I look back on my life like a good day’s work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.
American painter, Grandma Moses (Anna Mary Robertson) was born on this day in 1860 (died 1961).
Grandma Moses started painting with she was 78.
I’ve got time to finish that novel. Although I have no intentions of waiting another 21 years.
Today is Labor Day. A day dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers.
The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor.
– 1 Corinthians 3:8
For most of us in America, it’s about the last day of summer. Although the calendar says it’s a couple of weeks later, Labor Day signifies the closing of the pool, the returning to school, the beginning of football season.
And Pumpkin Spice everything.
I’m not laboring today. In fact, I’m not evening writing this post today. It’s pre-written for your enjoyment.
We’ll instead be driving off to DC to say farewell to some friends who are relocating to Florida. We’ll also be saying “so, when’s a good time for our visit?”
Labor Day is a day of transition. And it’s yet another American holiday that in many ways has lost the original meaning.
When I grew up it was about squeezing every last ounce out of summer.
I’d like to squeeze a little more out of summer. But there are rehearsals and meetings and leaves.
It’s okay. Because, the sooner fall gets here, the sooner we can get winter over with.
But enough for today.
Go. Check the grill. The hot dogs could be burning.