Well, here’s another take on Labor Day.
For all you bloggers out there moaning the demise of summer, I say, “Thank you Persephone for your return to Hades. Don’t let the screen door hit your ass on the way out.”
Goodbye, weeds. This weekend was the first all summer it has been cool enough to weed. And I did indeed weed, and then we drove around the neighborhood and I clucked over all the weeds in the neighbor’s yards. “Tsk. Look at the weeds. Oh, you, over there, disgraceful weeds.”
Goodbye, flies. Soon I’ll be able to watch the dog outside without Gary shrieking, “Close the doooooorr FLIIIIIIES!”
Goodbye, humidity. The shuttle driver asked Friday if I’d had a haircut. “No,” I said, “it just looks different because there’s no humidity. This is how it’s supposed to look every day.” Related: goodbye underboob sweat.
Goodbye, nine ‘o clock sunsets in my face when I’m trying to watch True Blood. Goodbye outdoor concerts that take me 24 hours to recover from. I sigh with relief I survived this summer.
Goodbye, sun.
10 responses to “Labor Day”
Don’t count your chickens. It’s meant to be spring here yet the heating’s still on, the ground is sodden and the cat’s still pushing inside the bed and hogging all the space. Plus we had two more earthquakes today – a different fault line from the other one, say the experts, but what do they know? They didn’t even realise there was one near Christchurch. Armageddon anxious!
Wow. I get yelled at about letting flies in all the time! I thought Ryan was the only one with such a deep hatred of them. One time I took a video of him freaking out and chasing two flies around the bedroom with just a rolled up newspaper. Fun times!
Goodbye humidity! My hair looks NICE today!
This was a pretty horrible summer. I’m pretty glad to be rid of it as well.
The cats catch any hapless wayward fly that finds its miserable way here.
I am also delighted to see summer trip out the door, although it won’t really be gone until the end of the month.
Hello, fall, my favorite season! I look forward to the three months we’re about to spend together.
Big Dot – Yes, I heard about that. 5 point something. Are your cats running mad? Faythe – Gary claims the best way to kill them is with a towel. I prefer a flyswatter. Tami – Again today, two queries if I had cut it.Amy_in_StL – Really, the temps were unbearable. Becs – Oh, it might come back a bit, but I plan to be far away.Caroline – I’m torn between two seasons: Spring and Fall.
Amen, and amen! My hair is completely different- no flyaway flips at all. *relieved sigh*
Oh- the moment I bought nasal saline the headache fled. Just the mere thought of being drowned hourly was enough. Merci!
Spring is pretty but it makes me sneezy. Fall all the way.
Elisabeth- The nose knows.Caroline -I am very thankful I don’t have allergies. Of course, the only fall flowers are the ugly potted mums.