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Chapter 8 - I Don't Want To Go...

Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 8
I Don't Want To Go...

Sunday 4 August 2002

It's too hot.

Just too hot and too humid.

And it's only New Jersey. It might be even worse in Virginia.

I don't like that much heat. I'm not a huge fan of freezing temperatures either, but if I were to choose between awfully warm weather and icy weather, I'd go for the second one. At least, I can just add some layers of clothes when I'm cold and it gets better. But when it's hot – and humid, ugh! – once you have stripped down to the minimum of briefs, you can't do anything more. I wonder if we could install air conditioning at the shack? Silly idea, I know... Especially as this is probably the last summer we spend so much time here.

But I hate this heat!

The weird thing is that I usually don't mind it too much, but my mood is so far down the gutter that I can't help it. I just can't stand anything right now. To be honest, I don't think anything could brighten my spirits and I just wish I could fast-forward to three weeks later from now. By then, it will be time to go back to school and even that sounds better than what I will have to endure starting tomorrow.

The last two months have been pretty good though... Pretty good because there have been some painful moments all the same. First there was Rose's wedding. Oh, the bride was beautiful in her pure-white dress and underneath her veil, all symbols of her innocence and virginity. A lot of Catholic families no longer respect this old tradition, but it came as no surprise that mine did. Rose was raised as the perfect Catholic young lady, forbidding herself the joys of sex before marriage and of course, the groom was the same.

Do I have great memories of this particular day? Well... The weather was nice, but not too hot which was good since I was wearing a suit with a long-sleeve shirt and a tie that I was forbidden to take off until we got back home. The food was really good. Rose's husband comes from a rich family who insisted on getting the best quality. What else...? Pretty much nothing.

Unfortunately, I got involved beyond my own will in this wedding, I had to help a lot in the preparations and during the day. And the mass... of course, there was a mass! As an altar server, I was wearing the proper vestment to the liturgy and greeted the bridal group at the entrance of the church with the priest before we entered in procession. It wasn't my first time doing this, but with my recent sins in mind and my faith in religion decreasing each day, it was much harder to bear with all the songs, prayers, the reading of the Liturgy of the Word, the Gospel Acclamation, the Homily, and what not.

The supposedly emotional Exchange of Consent didn't speak to me at all, because these words just didn't mean anything to me. And I'm not mentioning the Communion Rite with the Nuptial blessing and all the rituals that followed. The best moment was the Dismissal when Father Joseph said Go in peace to glorify the Lord with your life and that was my first genuine Thanks be to God!

Anyway, this was one painful day with more celebrations after the mass and I was never so happy to get back home that evening, get rid of these uncomfortable clothes and eventually lie down in bed. This was so exhausting mentally speaking that I immediately fell asleep.

Then there was my father's summer break. Another two painful weeks during which I couldn't see my friends at all. The first one was entirely dedicated to help my old man do some works at home and boy did he make me work! Most of it took place in the garden, but we also did some basic maintenance of the house with painting the shutters, repairing the roof of the shed in the backyard, and cleaning up the basement and the garage. Needless to say this meant working from dawn to dusk, hence the impossibility to see the guys.