Freddie P's Blog

September 8, 2008 @ 07:45

To say this was a weird weekend would be a gross understatement - and it had nothing to do with the leaves that are already changing.

Thursday night I packed up the car with a lot more clothes than usual, because this time I wasn't coming home.

All weekend long, the same thought kept pumping through my mind. I have to work on Monday, but I don't have to go home. For years and years a weekend at the trailer in September meant an early departure on Sunday afternoon, early to bed on Sunday night, and then up at three-thirty to go to work.

Even during my forced sabbatical, I always went home on Sunday nights in September, because that's what everybody else did.

Yesterday was especially freaky. The weather sucked so me and my darlin' decided to head into Peterborough to kill some time. But we both took our own cars and after browsing around, and the having a light meal at "Hot Bellie Mama's" in Peterborough, we went our separate ways.

It was quite emotional. (not really)

We embraced on George St, and just before kissing her full on the lips, a looked into Delyse's eyes and said. "And so it begins."

This was reference to the fact that for the next several months I'll be staying in Peterborough, while my sweet stays in Brampton. It's not going to be easy, but what the hell, you've got to do what you've got to do and that's what we're gonna do. Ya buggers.

I looked Delyse in the eye, told I loved her, and then watched as her silver Volvo pulled out into traffic and disappeared in the distance.

I got into my car and headed the other way, back to the tin palace, which will be my primary residence for the next week or so until I find something more permanent in downtown Peterborough.

Getting up this morning was very peculiar. I got up, had a quick shower, did my radio bit with McArthur in London, and then ironed some clothes before jumping into my car and heading down Hwy. 28 for work.

Yea, I went to work, and it felt bloody good.