Sixty-eight degrees and heavy rain…it feels like a portent of Maine. My pleasure is sublime with the onset of much cooler temperatures. Now when you combine a steady rain with cool breezes…it is to die for. Labor Day Weekend snuck up on me. It has been so blistering hot that the calendar moved faster than anticipated. Yesterday we were at a winery with Ira Kaye and Ron and the server responded when I mentioned that it seemed very busy…she responded that she had expected it to be so due to being Labor Day Weekend.
My mind reflects on many past Septembers. I recall the DuQuoin State Fair and attending on Labor Day, which was the last day of the extravaganza, and looking at the many crafts and animals. I was not much of a carnival ride participant…but I did like the Ferris Wheel. I still enjoy the ‘high ride’ and a few years ago we enjoyed the London Eye, which is a massive Ferris Wheel with enclosed cars that are a bit like those that you would find at a mountain lodge. They hold several participants and from the Eye’s Zenith you can see the entirety of the city of London.
September means a slower and less frenetic pace. It possess the plan for the upcoming fall and winter. It holds the promise of hot chocolate and Pumpkin Spice coffee. September whispers that everything is going to be alright. The hands of Gods time clock are functioning well and it is time to reflect on where we have been and where we are going.
We humans tend to not do so well in the milk of human kindness department if we are overheated. September affords us the opportunity to cool down and consider what matters. Our lives are a series of small things…that when put together…create a major accomplishment. We Baby-Boomers and generations prior to us…were taught that we had to learn to crawl before we could walk. Climbing the ladder of success in carer or life consisted of stepping on every rung. There was no easy money…there was no shortcut to a life well lived. Every day counts….each day matters. A cool down and a good rain…makes me think these thoughts…not by Saturday Nights Jack Handy…but by Jay Brooks…