August seems to be quite the month with traveling to the United States for the long weekend. I spent four days in Portland at the beginning of the month to cheer on my Vancouver Whitecaps FC. Tomorrow, I head off to Seattle for one of the biggest gamer conventions in the world, the legendary Penny Arcade Expo.
This will be my second PAX and I am pretty excited. I struck likely on Twitter last week. I wasn’t able to get tickets when they went on sale last March. They sold out within ten hours? Maybe less? Anyway a very astute friend of mine saw someone was selling and I was able to get them.
I haven’t gone to a PAX since 2011. I am not sure if it’ll be the same without my friend who lost his life earlier this year. I just want to go because he always spoke so fondly and positive about this event. I am glad that I got to spend time with him at my first PAX.
I’m summerborn. I’ve always enjoyed my summers since they included the annual family trip to visit my father’s side of the family. On the homestead my Great Granddad and my namesake Anthony Tyson sowed, planted and harvested. This morning I came to a sudden realization that my favourite season isn’t the summer after all nor is it for the memories I’ve shared with countless family and friends.
This morning I got up bright eyed and bushy tailed (I’m not a squirrel – Ms. Emmadale does not like squirrels). This weekend I’m looking after my Uncle’s Black Labrador Retriever Toby since they’ve gone out of town. I love it when he spends the night over at my place. You see, Ms. Emmadale isn’t the snugly type usually. She is the Lady Protector of the night and has to stand her watch upstairs to ensure her hewmons are safe. So I was up at 7:30 am, 6 hours cut from my regular Saturday routine…
It was worth getting up at that time. I fed the dogs breakfast and went about my morning routine. I usually take the dogs for their walk before around half past 10 o’clock in the AM. I put on my Doctor Who scarf that my best friend K knitted for me as a belated birthday gift and put on my fleece. Poured another coffee in my tumbler mug and I was off with the dogs.
I love that morning Autumn dew that freshens the day and how you take in a deep breathe to fill your lungs you can taste it. The leaves turn shades of many colours that give you a beautiful contrast. The leaves on the path that ripple underneath your feet. Seeing leaves fall to the ground giving you a new hope and for an early spring. I love how the temperature is a just right crisp cold.
What does Autumn mean to me? Family. Thanksgiving. Pumpkins. And of course something of significant importance: pie. I love pie but I also love my family. Also? Turkey. Turkey is like the best thing ever. It’s like a chicken but sooooo much better and it gobbles!
And that is what I love about Autumn. What about you?
I received a care package from the Great White North, and among the goodies packed within was a new book for my collection. An interesting looking book that made someone think of me and my interests. If you know me closely or casually, then you probably have picked up on how much I love books and getting lost inside the worlds they contain. Fiction or non, both have gripped me at various times each in their own fascinating way.
Another friend started reading a book series that I hold near and dear to my heart, and this made me want to read them again. The only problem in this scenario is that those books were at the bottom of one of my many already read piles. The gift and the desire to read those books, conspired against me to inspire a new experiment.