When I was young, my parents told us kids that Labor Day was a day set aside for families to labor together. Clever spin. Every year, on the first Monday of September, we were awakened early to start a day of cleaning out the garage, or weeding the garden, or scrubbing floors, or canning peaches, or whatever.
Funny thing, even after all these years, some parts of me still struggle to overcome that early Labor Day teaching. I think I’ll spend today organizing my cluttered office. Making order out of my three books-in-progress piles. Finishing the curriculum for children’s church. Wrapping up the Gideon 34 movie script.
Well, not the whole day. I’ll risk defying my mom and dad and spend some time (gasp!) RELAXING! Walking along the river with my sweet husband, perhaps. And reading. Maybe catching a bit of the Twilight Zone marathon.
And I will allow myself a few minutes to lament the end of summer.
“I recommend you to take care of the minutes; the hours will take care of themselves.”
~ Lord Chesterfield~