Closing Out a Week, Closing Out a Summer.

Today is the day that the first of my kids is getting fired. It is the first indication for me that summer is closing out and fall is beginning. The big Farm Show is the next. It is the Catalina Wine Mixer of my world. It is a huge deal, if you're not familiar you need to be looking into it. Well, not need but definitely should.

Either way, so summer is winding down. Is it too soon to look back, to remember and cherish the memories and moments that made it special? Yes, it's not even over yet! This isn't the Nostalgia Hut. Which would obviously be a tea room that is presented like a 1870's tea room in White Chapel, London, England. Or is it UK? Or Britain? Hmmm, seems confusing. I'm sure there is a logical explanation that I could easily look up but I prefer to keep some mystery in my life. Despite the fact that I have the wealth of human knowledge at my fingertips now with a smartphone, or even the keys that I'm tipping into the keyboard to indicate which character I'd like to express to this machine that records my thoughts in the written medium. Let's not kid ourselves, it's the same machine that records my spoken words as electrical impulses and spits them back to the word on each episode of Conversations. Handy machine indeed. But as for the quandary I left for myself some lines of text ago, I've come to the conclusion that they are all the same place and no one should be offended as I am referring to the city; which is part of all three denominations rather than to a region or state which would be denoted by those names. Tricky? You betcha.

So to recap, summer is ending and we're not going to talk about it yet. No clip show or best of yet, nothing but the freshest, hottest content for you to peruse whilst you sip on your tea that you grabbed to go from the Nostalgia Hut this morning. And that is the way I like it. Oh, so yeah, firing one of the kids. I owe them a safety lunch meeting so we'll do that, then we'll just make sure that everything is wrapped up on their end and drop them off somewhere logical whilst taking back possession of their truck and other equipment I allowed them to use throughout the summer. And also gaining valuable knowledge and insight from them before they disappear into the ether with it. Like a phantom. Not the Phantom mind you, Billy Zane is not involved in this. A phrase uttered much too often for my taste. But there isn't a lot I can do about it from here. Just lament and offer my sorrows. Well, things have gone off the rails enough already so I'll pinch it off there. G'day!