As most – if not all – of you know, today is Labor Day here in America – and Labour Day in neighboring Canada. Most nations – from Albania to Zimbabwe – celebrate the international labor force in early May, but it’s no surprise that North Americans are oddballs. Americans and Canadians have always marched to the beat of their own crazy drums.
So, here we are, celebrating Labor (Labour) Day just as school-aged children are mourning the end of summer, and prime-time addicts everywhere are saluting the start of the fall television season. (Ooh, I can’t wait for Castle and Fringe to come back!) Ahem, and as usual, I don’t understand the concept of a holiday. I want to understand – I really do – but ever since I quit my last full-time office job in the fall of 2000 and started down the freelance path, weekends and holidays have pretty much become a faded memory.
Part of it is my workaholic nature – much to my poor husband’s chagrin, I just don’t know how to stop writing, editing, tweaking, and tweaking again, and I always feel a little behind in everything. (Sometimes, I find it amazing that I even manage to click the “Publish Post” button at all.) The other part of my unintentional aversion toward necessary “rest” days is that I have no set schedule anymore. As a freelancer, I find that my hours (and days) simply melt into one another... and suddenly, it’s Monday, and I’m wondering where the weekend went.
But, while I might forget to relax on weekends and holidays, I never forget to eat. As with most Americans, there’s rarely a holiday that I don’t celebrate with food. Cabbage on New Year’s Day, chocolate for Valentine’s, king cake for Mardi Gras, turkey and cranberry sauce in honor of Thanksgiving, pumpkin pie and mulled wine on Christmas Day, and, of course, grill-friendly, all-American vittles on the three summertime holidays: Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Labor Day.
So, although I’m ignoring the fact that it’s a holiday weekend (the last of summer – boo-hiss!) and working instead on my blogs and other projects, I’ve still made time for a little celebratory meal – potato salad, corn-on-the-cob, and, naturally, grilled hot dogs.
I hope that, wherever you are, you’re celebrating, too! And if meat isn’t your thing, have some larger-than-life zucchini – from my garden, no less – on me! Enjoy the vittles – and take a little time to relax. No doubt, you deserve it!
Hey, I never said, “Do as I do!”
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