Until somewhere around midnight, when I received a call from a beach living friend asking me what time I was going to be there, I had misplaced my Labor Day. I had placed Labor Day in the “next weekend” category. I did this a couple of weeks ago and apparently forgot to take it out to place it in its rightful “this weekend” category.
Sure, I knew the U.S.Open had begun, and I heard them telling everyone not to take the Bay Bridge, “go north into Delaware and come down route 1″. To the sane mind those not so subtle clues would have been a statement of a holiday weekend, but in my mind the information slipped past the crevices where the information might have connected. I’m loath to figure out a reason for this lapse.
I ran in a downpour earlier thinking it might clear my date fuddled brain, and though the downpour remains my mind feels no clearer on the subject of my misplaced holiday.
I have no excuse, don’t need one really, but I feel better making one up. School has begun, I am still working, I’m on the board so am to be at an event Saturday at the Visual Arts Center, an event called The Collaborative Project, not The Labor Day Weekend Collaborative Project, and since when does Labor Day come so early in September?
repeat after me
The first Monday in September dummy
The first Monday in September dummy
The first Monday in September dummy
Not even sure if I should serenade you with See You In September. (I certainly will)
or
Wake Me Up When September Ends, expressing my obvious need of a months rest.
peace
yer getting old, cooper. gray hair comes next.
That doesn’t bother me so much I always liked the look of the “Munster” lady from that old television show.
Don’t feel bad. It’s going to rain at the beach all weekend anyway, and have you seen the traffic reports? Nothing worse than traveling in the rain on a weekend when the roads are overloaded with people trying to squeeze the last flame out of summer.
Yea, maybe I’ll get there later in the month.
They say memory is the first to go….
What goes next? ;)
Oh, think you so much for that. If you start losign it with old age… What about me? No wait, what about McCain? That is scary. Think about it. You and McCain have something in common. Fading memory…
Have a good one Cooper. I am going to Cape Cod in the morning with the girls. See you on the other side.
It’s been a few years since I’ve been there. I always liked the relatively cool water compared to here, more rocks less sand I say.
Enjoy.
Or how about the song I’ve always thought about when it comes to where the summer quickly goes:
“After The Summer’s Gone” by PC Quest
I guess for the last couple years my summers are not that different from the rest of the time – so I’m in a bit of a season rut I guess.
Well, well, well…it makes me feel not so alone that me in my middle age has the same problem as you, youngster…
Take the rest…see ya on the flip side…
I didn’t realize it until late on in the week.
i don’t use a calender much, maybe both of us should get one.
I have several of my own making, obviously Holiday’s are excluded.
huh? Labor day????
I’m with you friend – I think it’s those mini black holes created by CERN that’s causing the time warp
As long as my particles are still there they are bound to become more ordered eventually.
I only knew because I teach, and a calender is my friend.
It shouldn’t be allowed to come this early. Freaks me that schools actually begin before Labor Day
You don’t want to know the things to go. But memory is the worst
I think I’m half moving to SC because they try to pick up any woman who isn’t incontinent–and yes I hate that–the pick up things–assume I would hate the later