September used to mean the footy finals for me...but then after storming away in a huff when I felt the Essendon management were backing Hird over Bomber (yes, that aged badly but at the time, it was the final straw), it became all about my annual jaunt to the Singapore Night Race.
So this September is Fringe. I've got comedians, shows and theatre lined up for Sydney Fringe Festival. I've got Gryffin and Cyril tix too, so the party season is creeping earlier...that makes my heart sing!
It's exam time for the kiddo so I'm trying to be a bit more available. School holidays begin but we aren't going anywhere this year.
It is Father's Day, and it was lovely to get the family together to celebrate their dad, but it was also sad as I missed mine. It's a weird day to be honest. Not the good remembering like when a fond memory pops up and you feel the warmth and love from that moment. It's some sort of formal reminder, so you're just sad.
(For those following the adventures of the bear, he made it on to the chair for a few sunny days but in the rain, headed back into the tree! Though helmet less this time.)
And of course, I couldn't talk about September without you thinking of this song....
Does September have special meaning or rituals?
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Oh, the bear looks a cutie and obviously has a long tale with it. Sorry to hear that you couldn't make your hoped for trip.
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