I don't think Canada Day has ever been so uneventful or unpatriotic for me. I think I ate a hot dog, which was as close as I got to anything festive. I used to live in Old Strathcona, and the Silly Summer Parade marshalled in front of my house on Canada, so I used to invite people over to watch it from my front yard.
This year we spent most of the day unpacking boxes, taking stuff out to the trash, and trying to get the house organized the way we wanted it. David took the kids and their maternal grandma to a park for a little bit while I stayed home to keep at it. It was a long day and not at all holiday-like. But the house is coming along nicely.