All is Well. Day is Done.

This weekend, here in the USA, we celebrate Labor Day. Curious, I googled "Labor Day" and learned that it was "created by the labor movement and is dedicated to the social & economic achievements of Americans." By 1894 Congress made the celebration official. Wow...did not realize we workers had been celebrating this holiday for over a century!

Originally, the holiday was to be celebrated with parades, speeches and festivals. While the parades have certainly dwindled, the speeches go on, bolstered this year by the upcoming Presidential elections. And...the festival part has expanded tremendously! Here in Tulsa, OK. the powers that be are reviving a raft race on the Arkansas River. Never mind that the river is bereft of water. A celebration will be had!

Of course, many will head to the numerous lakes and parks for one last hoorah. Others will celebrate with friends & family by grilling steaks & burgers at home on their back patio. My personal favorite way to celebrate this year will be watching the Nascar race from Darlington. Woo hoo...go fast...turn left.

Thanks to ALL our hard workers. You help make this country great. You are producing the food that we eat, the cars we drive, the homes we live in. You take care of us when we are sick. You protect us from harm, you save our homes from fire and destruction. You transport goods from one part of this nation to another just so we can buy food & clothing. You entertain us on late night TV with laughter & giggles. Some of you entertain us with your athletic ability. You teach us our ABC's so we can have a job and continue the cycle of work. There are more...many more workers, many more jobs I have not remembered. You know who you are.

Thank you. May you all have a safe and happy rest this Labor Day weekend. All is well. Day is done.

For Such a Time As This

     When I was a little girl, barely old enough to read and write, my Air Force Dad was transferred to Greenland, the land of perpetual snow. To say I was excited is an understatement! But Mom & I were never able to join him there. Our housing allotment was given an officer with a higher rank. What a blow. Mom & I had been especially anticipating living in the wonderland of snow and dark. And, we would have been with Dad. Until now, this very moment, I have never given a thought to what Dad might have felt. Was he disappointed by the very country he had sworn to protect & defend? I'll never know. Eventually, he returned from Greenland. He was posted next to Washington, D. C., then St Louis, then England and lastly, retirement. He had been born to serve his country.

     Dad served with dignity & honor. Mom & I finally made it overseas. We lived with him in England when he was stationed there. He retired and lived in South Florida until his death from cancer at the much too young age of 62. He is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. Mom joined him in 2010. She had never remarried.

     I said all the above, to say this. I just bet there are many men & women like Dad in today's military. They serve our country and suffer disappointment "like a soldier." They help their buddies, help their families, help their communities and, regardless of where they are sent or how they are sent, they keep on protecting and keep on defending the USA. In today's perilous world it is a BIG deal to serve our country. Give them a hug, give them a salute for... they were born for such a time as this.

   

Here I am Again

It has been 4 years since I last posted. My perfectionism inserted itself. I thought I must write this blog "perfectly"...whatever that is. I don't know. So, here I am again.

Bear with me. This will be a thought collecting place...perhaps even a sounding board. Today, I do know, "this" is something I WANT to continue.

My life is good. Hope yours is too.