Labor Day Monday
Yesterday was Labor Day and I had a very low-key day. Delivered some baked goods, had breakfast out, went for a drive, intended to pick raspberries but then didn’t, intended to nap but then didn’t, intended to start a new knitting project and gave up when I realized the yarn I had chosen wasn’t quite right and it was too hot to think that hard with wool in my hands, read a book, sat on my porch. It was an almost dream-like day, it was so low-key. This morning I got to thinking about Labor Day again and realized that I have possibly, until yesterday, spent all of my Labor Days laboring. While we had the Inn it was never a day off, smack in the midst of the busy season, never mind the weekend that Middlebury College freshmen move in. (The one and only complete computer failure we had was on a Labor Day. That was seriously no fun at all. There was no help to be had anywhere. I thought I was going to lose my mind.) Prior to the Inn I had spent years living in countries that don’t celebrate Labor Day. Before that I had many years of jobs in hospitals, and holidays don’t get the same treatment in a world where patients have needs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And if I was in college or graduate school I was most likely waitressing and they don’t hand out holidays off either. So! Who would have thought, at my age, that I’d need practice with the whole Labor Day thing? Or maybe this all means that I am in a very good place to think about labor and what we are commemorating on Labor Day.
- The photo up top lets you in on a couple of secrets. 1. Banoffi & Such is working on a plan to bring individual Banoffi Pies to Buxton’s Store in the very near future. 2. A little glimpse of what it takes to make the magic around here. Following the good, indirect morning light out onto the front porch so I can take a few photos cannot happen without my assistant. This assistant is also an integral part of the Banoffi & Such delivery team. I can promise you that she does not work in the baking department.
- Did you hear about the nun from Chicago who threw the first pitch at a White Sox/ Kansas City Royals game? The White Sox called it ‘one of the most impressive pitches of all time’ and the internet went nuts. Runner’s World has a short piece about her thoughts on the similarities between athleticism and spirituality. I had one of my big, long runs over the weekend and big, long runs leave a lot of time for thinking, talking outloud, wondering. It has occurred to me on many, many occasions how what I’m doing with several hours of uninterrupted quiet time out on the road is very much like prayer. Or meditation. Or both.
- I’ve got a brain full of Shoreham Apple Fest and the all new Orchard Run at Apple Fest – less than two weeks away. Time to go make some more lists and make lists of my lists. It’s the 10th annual Apple Fest and all the proceeds go to support the Platt Memorial Library here in Shoreham – and I’m a huge fan of all libraries, but most especially my little library. Come on out, Sunday September 16th – all are welcome.