The Wall Street Journal had a great article about what happens when a series comes to an end. The dek: “Such fictional endings can bring up real emotions for readers.”

I think that is true for fictional endings as well as non-fictional endings, such as the closure of a blog. You’ve been invested in the story. You want to know what happens next or visit your favourite characters. I perhaps feel it more when it’s a blog because I know the person is real, but I also feel it with characters.

I have a terrible feeling the arc of the Thursday Murder Club may be complete, especially now that Richard Osman has a new series coming out this fall. And yes, I can (and do) go back and visit with the characters, but it’s hard to spend so much time with characters, book after book, and then have the door figuratively close on you while you’re still invested in knowing what happens next.

The ChickieNob and I were talking, and it became clear that she believed there would be a day when she would not only be an adult agewise but also feel like an adult, capable of taking care of things and understanding everything.

She will be waiting forever.

As a middle-aged woman, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of many overwhelming tasks on my own, and I have been taking care of those tasks for years. But every time I have to deal with insurance, make financial decisions, or figure out a new vacuum to buy, my first thought is that I wish an adult would come by and take care of all of this for me. I have spent the last thirty years waiting to feel like an adult. I only feel like a grown-up when I realize it’s my choice to consume popsicles for breakfast. That’s it. At all other moments, I feel like I’m waiting for the real adult to arrive and figure out everything.

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There are things that can’t make you happy if you have them but can make you unhappy if you don’t have them. For instance, food. If you are sad, being handed food will not make you happy. But if you are happy, being hungry and not having food will make you sad.

Or maybe unhappiness or sadness aren’t the correct terms. It can cause distress.

Not profound, but it helped me make sense of why it is impossible to make someone happy. The things that cause distress in their absence are all good things (food, water, shelter, comfortable temperatures, skills), and the things that cause happiness in their absence are all negative things (anger, hate, lack of safety). Contemplating how to generate happiness this morning.

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A few weeks ago, I was the only one awake, and I started Googling Canadian cities with good waterfronts. Why? I’m not sure. It just felt like a good idea at the time. I discovered that Toronto had a great waterfront, AND we could drive there in about 8 hours. That was good because it was way too late to purchase plane tickets.

Josh woke up, and I asked him if he wanted to drive to Toronto.

Then the kids got up and started making a list of things we could do in the city.

And finally, I wrote the Road Less Travelled to see if I could meet her because I knew she lived in Ontario. I then looked up which British books on my TBR were already in Canadian bookstores, even though they haven’t been released yet in the US. (There were two!) Priorities.

A few days later, we jumped in the car and drove 8 hours to Toronto, stopping in Niagara to show the kids the falls. We spent 6 days walking around the city, photographing the architecture, eating vegan food, peeking into museums, meeting Lori, and buying matching t-shirts at Roots.

Highlights:

Bata Shoe Museum: We swapped in for a different museum at the last minute, and it was fantastic.

Art Gallery of Toronto: It felt similar to Rijkmuseum, trading Dutch artists for Canadian ones.

Toronto Islands: We got there early and were still inundated with little kids, but the islands are beautiful, and the water is crystal clear.

Fresh Kitchen: We had two great meals at this low-key vegan restaurant and bought one of the cookbooks so we could recreate it at home.

Dinner with Lori: Meeting someone I have been reading for 17 years was amazing.

University of Toronto: We had a lot of fun walking around the campus.

Lowlights:

Casa Loma: It was fine. I had a good time being there with the kids and Josh, but we also could have been happy dropping it.

Kensington Market: This neighbourhood kept popping up on lists as a must-see. It might have been better if we had been there for a meal, but as it was, it was hot, crowded, and loud.

Distillery District: This felt like it was designed for Instagram posts.

Our final takeaway:

Toronto seems like a great place to live, but it’s less great to visit if you’re already from a large city. We missed the unique history and culture of a place like Montreal. Toronto felt like a blend of New York and Chicago. I’m not sure we would return, even though we had a good time while we were there.

Summer is wrapping up. We just got back from a trip (more on that soon). The twins are preparing to return to college. Two weeks before they came home, I woke up feeling like I was awakening from hibernation. I had so much energy. And now we’re winding down, and I’m returning to that quiet space.

I told myself all summer that I couldn’t be sad until August. But once August hit, I could feel whatever I needed to feel. I’ve been feeling all of the feelings this month.

A little bit comes from not knowing if I’ll have everyone home next summer or if they’ll be away on internships or jobs. I just have to live in the waiting zone until I know. So the second year is the same but different: I know more about how it will feel to be far away from them, which is a good thing (knowledge is power?) and a bad thing (now I know how much my heart will hurt).

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

Finding a Different Path and I read the same book and went through the same emotions about the infertility subplot. She writes: “It’s funny how time changes you as a reader. This is a book that, had I brought it on vacation even 5 years ago, I would have DEFINITELY thrown across the room and then put on indefinite pause within the first 25 pages.” I highlighted many of the same quotes (and many others), and I started plotting out a trip to Newport, RI because I was so moved by the story.

The Road Less Travelled will be presenting a webinar on September 16th for World Childless Week. It’s a beautiful tribute to the purpose of genealogy and why we should be interested in our family tree. She writes: “Hearing my parents talk about their own extended family members and what they’ve learned from them gives me hope that perhaps someday our nephews and great-niblings will remember us and tell stories about us to their own kids in the same way.” Lori helped me get started with researching my family tree years ago.

Lastly, Jewish IVF is on the 7th day of a mock transfer cycle, on the 315th day of an enormously upsetting time. She gets mixed up with the office location, and she ends up needing to reschedule the appointment. She wonders, “Why am I pushing it? I’m not sure. I recognize that doing this now doesn’t mean we’ve decided we’re transferring the last embryo. I want to believe that we’ll get there, and soon, but know it’s not just up to me.” I wanted to give her a hug through the screen.

The roundup to the Roundup: The kids go back soon. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between August 16 – 23) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.