Thought for the day: Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow. [Douglas Pagels]
In the meantime, let's enjoy the slide, shall we? This is Labor Day weekend, which of course means... no labor, people! (For you folks in Canada, Australia and the U.K., that's Labour and labour...) It's a time to relax and let things slide a bit. You could say it's the last gasp of summer, or a preparation for the upcoming change of season. Time to forget about baseball, (especially if you're a Braves fan) and start thinking about football. (Even if the thermometer is still reading close to ninety degrees...)
If work were such a wonderful thing, surely the rich would have kept it all to themselves. [Lane Kirkland]
According to the calendar, summer doesn't officially end for another three weeks, but for all intense purposes, most of us consider Labor Day weekend to be our last hurrah. Our last desperate effort to squeeze in another round of fun in the sun. You can be as active ... or inactive... as you'd like.
There's lots of things you could do this weekend, but whatever it is, I hope you take a little time to ...
escape from the usual grind.
You could take a nice relaxing bubble bath,
take a nap in the great outdoors,
or enjoy a good ol' barbecue.
Don't forget the watermelon!
You could spend the day at the beach,
or lying in the grass.
You can run, drive, golf, swim, fish, sightsee, or just curl up with a good book. Do whatever the heck it is you want to do, but don't forget...
summer will be over ... and the chairs will be empty... before ya know it.
And so, I raise a cup o' kindness to you, (You can fill it with whatever you'd like)
and wish you all a wonderful Labor Day.
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
** Images courtesy of morguefile seniorark and perfectlytimedphotos
P.S. Next week, I'll be posting on Wednesday, instead of Friday, as part of the Insecure Writers Support Group. (Yep, I'm a little insecure... I am a writer... and God knows, at my age, I need all the support I can get!) Hope to see ya then.