I was looking back...
I've caught up with my schoolwork, I've cooked dinner and washed dishes, I'm cranking some Frank Zappa (Live in New York), and I'm feeling a little nostalgic.
Nostalgic enough to blog, apparently...
I was thinking about fall. Here it comes, baby. 10 days away.
I always get a case of the blues come September. I like to think it's because September reminds me of Oktoberfest. And I'm sad that once again, I'm not going to Munich.
But that's not true.
I'm always sad to see summer go away. I'm thrilled that football is back, but summer is leaving. What did I accomplish this summer?
Well, I drank some really good wines. And this year was totally a Detroit Tigers summer. We went to 20 or so games at CoPa. We went to North Carolina and saw the Durham Bulls and Charlotte Knights play on yet another unbelievable vacation.
And I was a reading fool - getting through all but two of the books on my list from LAST year - before starting school again on September 1st.
I rode, too. But not nearly as much as I have in the past. Because I now work in Detroit, I wasn't able to bike commute. That was sad. I realized, too, how much I really, really, really missed multi-day rides. And it makes me even sadder to know that I may never ride another one.
Sheryl and I went to see Steely Dan at Fox Theatre, which was one of the coolest shows I've ever seen. I think the only thing missing was being outdoors and drinking some sweet summer cocktails.
But you all know that I am constantly looking forward. I need something to look forward to. Goals to work towards...
This fall and winter will be full of studying and swim classes. Not a lot of variety, perhaps, but what else are you going to do during the winter in Michigan? Ugh, I hate cold weather...
By next summer, I should have my PMP certification and associate Master's certificate. I should be healthier than I am now, and busy planning the next thing.
This weekend, I'm gonna look for some good, golden, cloudy Weissbier, and chase that Oktoberfest monkey out of my head. Hopefully Sheryl and I will get some good miles in our legs - whether Daisy is shaking her tail at Moyo or Shtiya - and we'll hear some tunes and drink some vodka at the Ferndale DIY fair.
Monday, I'll rocks my ass off with the Foo Fighters.
Hell, who's got time to get nostalgic?
