The summer is flying by. The weather has been hot and humid for much of July.
Camp Winston went well for Corbin. He became part of the maintenance crew – partly because maintenance crew gets to take their shirt off. He had an amazing time and the staff had no issues. The downside was that Corbin came back with only one of seven shirts. Aye carumba. That explained by Corbin’s bag felt lighter (despite the additional junk he brought back). A few other things did not make it back including a flashlight, a pair of water shoes and a brand new pair of rain boots. It’s something we will have to mention to the staff next year.
After Camp Winston, we headed for a week long vacation at a cottage on Lake Simcoe (near Hawkstone, about 5 minutes south of Orillia). Corbin spent a complete 24 hours with us after being picked up Camp Winston and before heading back to CPRI in London.
Before the cottage, Tina and I headed to the Air Canada Centre (aka ACC) in Toronto to see Rush on the Time Machine Tour. I was able to find a parking lot across from the ACC. We walked over to the Keg only to learn that it had moved around the corner. Things are constantly changing in Toronto. Had a great supper at the Keg. Every one else in our room was also attending the concert. The area around Union Station was busy for a Saturday afternoon.
Walked back to the ACC and hung out the main entrance. It rained lightly once, but we were able to get underneath a canopy. Then the doors opened. You could cut the excitement with a knife.
After showing our tickets to several staff, we eventually made it down to the front row. Yup. Front row on Geddy’s side. Those are the seat my wonderful wife got for us. Of course, we wouldn’t be sitting in them during the concert.
The lights went down and we walked up to the barrier. 3 hours later (including a 30 minute intermission) the show was over. It was amazing. Geddy was no more than 10 feet away from us. We could see Alex on the other side of the stage and watch Neil pound away on his drum kit.
Jeremy spent a week at Babcia camp before succumbing to homesickness. Tina picked him up. My mom tried to bribe him, but he would have none of it. So we were childless for only a week. Oh well, Jeremy being back home actually helped us the following weekend with travelling to Brantford, Toronto, Camp Winston, Cottage, London, back to Cottage.
The rest of July went by quickly. Too quickly.