It was all for The Money.

It’s raining today. In the biblical sense. One of those days when the rivers rage on the main streets and the jokes about “canoeing to work” don’t seem too far off.

Rain has always made me sleepy, and drink coffee. It’s my excuse to sleep in, to read, and to actually do the laundry I’ve been talking about for weeks. Rain makes me concentrate on me. There is something special about the end of summer rain we get here on PEI. It has a cleansing effect. Washes away the haze, the glow of the warm weather.

July and August are the busy months in paradise. There is work to be done here then. We have to show the new people why we stay, and why we’re happy they’ve come. But the the real business comes from the old people that come back. A torrent of old friends and lovers return for two, three, or five day visits. Some stay longer. So long that you become re-accustomed to their face. You forget that they’re mirages of the people, and times you once spent together aimlessly wondering our island. You forget that soon they’ll wake up here, and fall asleep there. “Away” as we all call it. They say its nice. But back to rain, septembers, and the matter at hand.

September is the month of reintroductions. Finding all the other happy, but melancholy souls that have stuck around for the rain. Realizing that a few of the summer’s mirages have weight. That they’ll be here to pick the apples, bake the pies and drink the cider along with you. You’ll rake leaves together, share records, long nights and drink hot tea when your bones get chilly.

It’s nice to have friends. I love having others to hold, to hope, and to hang with. I cherish this thought and those people I can say “I love you too” casually.

The old friends, the oasis of summer, it all seems far away now. Last week might has well of been last year. I don’t care what we do in January, this is the real beginning.

I feel alone in this beginning.

Feeling alone is something we all go through.
Feeling alone isn’t that bad.
September is the first month you have to tell yourself that again.
Feeling alone isn’t that bad.
September is the month you have to be brave again.

I like being brave.

Hello September, I’ve missed you.

Sep 3
September 3rd, 2013.
nbaoffseason:

PHIL JACKSON THE GOD

Phil is the best.
Aug 13

nbaoffseason:

PHIL JACKSON THE GOD

Phil is the best.

Aug 10

nbaoffseason:

Important basketball sequence of events.

(Source: thegrandarchives)

Shotgun and Jaybird plays over the the blue, gray, and dusty CD player. This is a perfect moment in my mind. i might be a bit too much in my own head. I think the stereo has a place for tapes too. It’s the after after party. We’ve sung remix to ignition thrice. Pat is making a bowl. Laura thinks its for French onion soup. I think it’s for honey nut Cheerios, but I have a dirty mind. I love this place. I love this time.

Pat finished his bowl. He’s messed up the bottom. We’re all still enraptured with the idea of after party soup.

Fran likes to play with my hat.

Pats bowl has a hole. He’s still proud. So are we.

I’m singing along to marquee glass. I wish Chris was here to do it with me. Everyone else is singing now. James showed up to finish it off.

We hit repeat.
We are in love.
Good night. I’ll miss you.

Aug 5
Be it resolved that we only drink soda pop from glass bottles.  (at Best Western Aurora Inn)
Jul 29

Be it resolved that we only drink soda pop from glass bottles. (at Best Western Aurora Inn)

Portrait of a young man sitting on a fiberglass rabbit eating chips.
Jul 29

Portrait of a young man sitting on a fiberglass rabbit eating chips.

Jul 25

remymac:

Sometimes new things make me nostalgic for times past. Ramesh’s voice is one of those these things. Can’t wait to hear more.

Jul 25

sesamestreet:

Gone in Six Seconds, starring Cookie Monster. 

It started out as just a good excuse.
An excuse for pie. But pie is inexcusable. If you think about it you can never find a reason not to have a slice. It’s not like coffee, a muffin or even a steak dinner. With all those you can find a reason:

"I don’t want to be kept up too late"
“Too much bran upsets the pipes”
“Doc said I should stay away from red meat. Bad for the ole ticker”
All very reasonable reasons, that when said aloud, releases you from your responsibilities. 

Pie escapes these bonds.

I’ve had this pie, and this pie party going for the last 7 years. Time flies when you have a good crust. Some years we have more than one if there is occasion(6 free quarts of raspberries? That’s an occasion). 

My mother and I make the pies. Some years she supervises me, and other years I supervise her. I always hull. This year she did the heavy lifting and made them. She borrowed a few pie plates from her friend Joyce so we were able to expand the number of pies up to 5 this year. 3 strawberry(hard to come by this year) 1 blueberry, & 1 peach. Responses across the board were outstanding. 

"More"
“This was so good”
“How do I steal your mother?”

The pie is always goo but I know what my favorite part is. It’s spending time with mom in the kitchen and yelling to dad in the living room. 
My parents are wonderful people. I feel very lucky and comfortable saying that. I’ve never heard an ill word about either of them(other than  light hearted ribbing, apparently I’m sarcastic.”Not nearly as bad as your father though”)

I used to bristle when people would say
 “Oh you’re Earlene’s boy!” 
Or
“Your dad is Mr. Gray!?!
Now I beam with pride.  

I like the party because I get to introduce my new pals to my parents. 

"They’re so nice"
“Your mom is so cute”
“How’d you come from such nice people?”

Some of my friend are jerks. 
Wonderful, helpful, jerks. 

It’s nice to have my friends over. Ever year the faces change, but the idea stays the same. 

"Come over, be a little hungry, and for gods sake don’t you dare think about bringing anything"

It’s a small way to say thank you to a few of my friends that do so much for me on a day-to-day basis. For the people that make me smile. The people that make me think & the people that tell me shut up when I need to. 

It’s not much. Just berries, sugar, flour and butter. 

It is a little though. 

And a little pie goes a long way.

The pie party is one of my favorite days of the year. 

I love having a good excuse.
Jul 22

It started out as just a good excuse.
An excuse for pie. But pie is inexcusable. If you think about it you can never find a reason not to have a slice. It’s not like coffee, a muffin or even a steak dinner. With all those you can find a reason:

"I don’t want to be kept up too late"
“Too much bran upsets the pipes”
“Doc said I should stay away from red meat. Bad for the ole ticker”

All very reasonable reasons, that when said aloud, releases you from your responsibilities.

Pie escapes these bonds.

I’ve had this pie, and this pie party going for the last 7 years. Time flies when you have a good crust. Some years we have more than one if there is occasion(6 free quarts of raspberries? That’s an occasion).

My mother and I make the pies. Some years she supervises me, and other years I supervise her. I always hull. This year she did the heavy lifting and made them. She borrowed a few pie plates from her friend Joyce so we were able to expand the number of pies up to 5 this year. 3 strawberry(hard to come by this year) 1 blueberry, & 1 peach. Responses across the board were outstanding.

"More"
“This was so good”
“How do I steal your mother?”

The pie is always goo but I know what my favorite part is. It’s spending time with mom in the kitchen and yelling to dad in the living room.
My parents are wonderful people. I feel very lucky and comfortable saying that. I’ve never heard an ill word about either of them(other than light hearted ribbing, apparently I’m sarcastic.”Not nearly as bad as your father though”)

I used to bristle when people would say
“Oh you’re Earlene’s boy!”
Or
“Your dad is Mr. Gray!?!
Now I beam with pride.

I like the party because I get to introduce my new pals to my parents.

"They’re so nice"
“Your mom is so cute”
“How’d you come from such nice people?”

Some of my friend are jerks.
Wonderful, helpful, jerks.

It’s nice to have my friends over. Ever year the faces change, but the idea stays the same.

"Come over, be a little hungry, and for gods sake don’t you dare think about bringing anything"

It’s a small way to say thank you to a few of my friends that do so much for me on a day-to-day basis. For the people that make me smile. The people that make me think & the people that tell me shut up when I need to.

It’s not much. Just berries, sugar, flour and butter.

It is a little though.

And a little pie goes a long way.

The pie party is one of my favorite days of the year.

I love having a good excuse.

Jul 20

(via thegrandarchives)