Boating, swimming, hiking. Carousing with friends.
But it would all come to a crashing halt on Labor Day weekend. We'd celebrate the end of summer with cookouts, more boating and swimming, through to the Monday holiday.
"Boo! It's Labor Day Weekend!"
On Monday afternoon we'd pack up, head home, and start school on Tuesday morning.
[BTW, don't get me started on the fact that school now begins BEFORE Labor Day. That's a post for another day.]
Anyway, I was just thinking about all this. It's Labor Day Weekend. The summer is over!
Except it's not.
I'm a grownup now. I don't report to school on Tuesday. In fact, because of my odd worklife I have a lot of September off.
And as an adult I've grown to appreciate the weather of the Fall MORE than the Summer.
That Labor Day weekend is "The End" is deeply ingrained from my childhood.
But it's NOT. It's the beginning, of maybe the nicest time of year.
So... "Yay! It's Labor Day Weekend!"