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A Labor Day’s Eve
Ahh…, that great weekend wherein American’s honor all the workers and laborers by having picnic’s and going either to the beach or the mountains.
This holiday differs greatly from Memorial day,the Great American holiday wherein American’s honor those who died in military service to their country. Americans celebrate them by having picnics and going either to the beach or the mountains. I differs greatly because Memorial Day is in May, Labor Day is in September.
In all seriousness, the intent of each holiday is different, how we observe these holidays is strikingly similar.
Today was the third, and last, weekend in a row we have “Church in the Park.” It was really delightful. After the service, we have a picnic/barbecue. (Most Pacific-Northwesters don’t actually barbecue, but we DO grill. however, say “we have a grill,” simply does not roll off the tongue.
We thought it was a potluck barbecue, and so marinated chicken breasts (I make my own marinade, all the commercial ones I’ve seen have sugar of some sort added), and bought some side dishes (which I know also have sugar added. nobody is perfect.) i bought Reser’s brand potato salad, and some ceviche from the deli and the local Mega-Mart.
As fate would have it, the BBQ was not intended as a potluck, rather, burgers, bratwurst, hot dogs, and a veritable pic-i-nic banquet was provided by the church. It was lovely. Our marinating chicken stayed in the cooler, along with its play-cousins, potato salad and ceviche. After service, we stuffed our fces, along with everyone else.
I didn’t get to hear much of the service, grandson#1 is a little too wiggly to sit still and quite for any period of time longer than five minutes. He ended up doing his wiggling on my shoulders, with a side-trip to the play structure. We played peekaboo and a game that must be called something like “See how far down you can push Grandpa’s head without out detaching it from his neck and shoulders.” I’m beginning to think he’s passiv-aggressive, without so much passive.
After all that, we came home and had ourselves a little nappy-poo. This evening, I grilled the afore-mentioned chicken, and a lovely dinner was had by all.
Number 1 son’s (she’s not my) girlfriend came over to visit this afternoon. They hung out in his room. #2 son made it his business to be with them every possible second. money just can’t buy that kind of high-quality chaperoning. Besides, they left the room’s door open, and the house ain’t that big, and the walls ARE that thin.
#1 daughter slept though all this, since she got off work about 7:30AM. I’ve worked those shifts, I can be sympathetic.
