It’s that time of the year again. It’s the third weekend in August, and that’s when my life gets a lot weird.
The big deal is that I’m involved in a folk festival called Summerfolk in my little city of Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada …
… and, I still have the rest of my life to deal with.
Involved? How involved?
Well, that’s a good question. I used to do construction. We’d set up all the stages and we had a bunch of trailers that held building materials and then when we unloaded those materials and built dome of the smaller stages and the dance floor and stuff like that we’d use the trailers as bigger stages for other areas. Three of the trailers were used as one stage in the beer tent. It was crazy fun.
Now we do things a bit differently, we still construct stages but the trailers, which were of questionable legality on the road, are gone. The beer tent stage is a rental that is actually a real stage.
And I am now officially accredited as a volunteer through my work as a host of the weekly radio show that is part of the festival.
So, no more construction for me.
I mean it.
But I love construction. And they like having me around, even if it is just because my truck has a hitch on it and I can tow stuff through the park and move and carry things and I have my own tools.
So, I’m officially on two crews.
And yes, it’s true
I lost my father two and a half weeks ago, we just finished with all those things that a family does when they lose the patriarch.
And yes, I guess I am now the elder of the family. Heaven help them if I’m ever called on to do anything … elder-ish?
I’ve lost a lot
I lost my mother 12 years ago. And my first wife passed away 8 years ago.
Four days after my wife died, my last uncle passed away.
I’d already lost both my mother in law and my father in law.
I’m getting kind of used to this
And yet, you never get used to it. The loss is always unique and the person always takes with them something personal from your life.
So losing someone is not something you get used to.
But moving on is
I’m grieving the loss of my father.
And I’m helping set up a folk festival.
And my household still needs my attention to keep running as smoothly as I can make it run. (I urge all to fasten your seat belts for that)
And all of this impacts my ADHD. Stress exacerbates symptoms.
But the show must go on.