I was stumbling around this morning when it dawned (well, not really, it is cloudy) on me that it is LABOR DAY WEEKEND!
When I was a kid, this was a fairly big thing. We would have to go on some kind of picnic. Often we would go to a farm field that was the family picnic area. (There was a swimming hole, horse shoe pits, and a waterfall) or Gov. Dodge State Park in Wisconsin. The process of getting ready was quite a production. Had to pack food, clothes, water, kool-aid, all that stuff. Oh, and beach toys!
Now, Labor Day can come and go with little notice. Monday is a usual day off for Nick and me so that is not a big reason for celebraton. Nick's family is about 30-40 miles away, my family is 8-10 hours away. We don't do the family thing anymore. Jerry Lewis is getting old. (In more ways than one!)
But I miss the Production Number Picnic. No matter where we went, there was always things to explore, music to listen to, and water.
I don't know if the rest of our lives can ever live up to the LAST HURRAH of childhood summer.