thoughts on labour day

thank gawd for long weekends. i wish to the hunt the man down who decided that 5/2 was a good way to split the work week.

i am tired. we are all tired. slave to the rhythm has its costs. opening retail or any such business on a sunday or this designated no-labour day has caused society a great disservice. remember when sundays were "family days" and true lazy days? the day you could count on to spend time with those you often have taken for granted.

sunday meal with the grandparents.

roast beast; dad always carved, clean up and dress in your best. have pop with dinner. pour your own gravy on mashed potatoes. refuse green veggies without the stern look from the mom.

or even better, the day the dad washed the car and you sat in the criss- cross polyester woven lawn chair discussing things of importance to your child-world. the dad would always be interested. then he would launch into stories of his own childhood. his face alight with the memories of friends,time that belonged only to him, simple ways of showing friendships from sharing a fishing pole to letting your friend steal your girl cause you knew it was for the best. magic moments; him and you as the lawn sprinkler ticked and tocked and became the musical score of the moment.