Sometime last week, I remarked to Andrew that the atmosphere has changed. I find every year, there’s a day where it’s like the white balance of the whole world changes. It might not even stick around, but it tells us what’s on the horizon. And sure enough, the mornings and nights have been cooler, and the leaves are turning yellow, one by one.
We shit the bed on taking our son to the travelling carnival in town, so we have been promising a trip to Tinkertown, an amusement park for little kids outside of Winnipeg that’s open only during the summer. The family lore goes that we never went to Tinkertown when I was a kid growing up in Kenora, and even if we were on our way to somewhere ostensibly better via the Winnipeg airport, I would always kick up a fuss to go to there – which, as amusement parks go is pretty low budge. We had a real Ulysses-esque day trying to get there. I was dragging my heels after a few too many the previous night at a gathering of bridesmaids for my friends’ upcoming wedding, and we wound up getting pulled over by a police SUV and having to backtrack several miles to get a permit from a Peace Officer at a weigh station so that we could keep driving our car (expired plates!! Oops…). But we were resolute, and we managed to make it at the 11th hour for 60 glorious minutes of frenzied preschooler rides. It’s no Coney Island, but Soren absolutely loved it and it was worth the Odyssey it took to get there.
Andrew also finally managed to get me to cut his hair – he’s been meaning to ditch “the faschy”, in an effort to distance himself from Richard Spencer, the “Alt Right” et al, and it’s funny how the suedehead look is the LESS racist-adjacent of the two nowadays. Anyway, I’m pretty into it.
We also somehow took a two hour hike on Tunnel Island, during which Soren somehow barely complained.
Not a bad send off to one of our most fun summers as a little fam.