Happy End of Summer, Gang!!

As much as I absolutely cannot believe it — it is time to drive back into town and get more groceries. The week just flew. Again.

I hate shopping on holidays, mostly because I think people shouldn’t have to work on holidays and if we go in and patronize their places of business, they’ll just keep finding reasons to make people work on holidays.

Especially Labor Day! Which, in and of itself means that people who work are supposed to have the day off! Labor Day is supposed to be about picnics, going to the lake, having cookouts in your own backyard.

I won’t get totally on my soapbox about it…  However — when I was a wee bonny lass growing up in Cleveland (a notoriously blue-collar, union town) no one worked on Labor Day. No one worked on any holidays unless it was emergency service-related. No one worked on Sundays — except a handful of gas stations (Sundays were considered the Sabbath ). A few places, like bakeries, would open for a few hours in the morning only.  Usually only Chinese restaurants were open on Sundays and a few Jewish delicatessens, because for them Saturday was the Sabbath, not Sunday.  But most people saw a clear difference back then between working and having a life, a family, a home.

It’s not like that anymore. It took a pandemic to get businesses to close in America… of course, I realize that’s going from one extreme to another. But life actually was a lot nicer when most people still believed in God, and did not have so much invested in commerce.

Anyway! That said!! I’ll probably be working today!! Either editing Volume 4 of The Muse Revisited, or writing a new erotic short story. Or maybe even working some more on Thug Luckless? Who can say! I’ll see how I feel after I get back from town with the groceries.

I did notice that while writing the new short story over the past couple weeks, I was re-thinking my approach to Thug Luckless. So maybe I’ll take a look at that today. We’ll see. I’m kind of feeling like writing another new short story, though. Not plunging back into the novel.

I’m sort of sad that summer is now officially over. I just can’t believe it flew by so quickly. Just at warp speed. Even though the weather stays nice for a few more weeks, and the flowers are still blooming, it’s a mindset: Labor Day is here and so summer is over.

I try to remind myself that summer will come again next year, and that all sorts of amazing things will likely be happening in my life by then. Things I can’t even imagine now — with the play, in particular. Both plays, actually. The play being produced in Toronto will pick up steam again in 2021. It’s already on the books there. So that will be really exciting. But meanwhile, the time I love best around here in Crazeysburg has come and gone. Again.

And, of course, now I can’t help but think about “mortality” (reaching 60, I mean) — so many people I knew, worked with, loved, have passed on. Have been gone for years now, some of them.  And they were not that much older than I am now when they left. And then I also think of someone like Tom Petty, gone suddenly at age 66. It makes me think, for real — what would I like to get done in the next 6 years? Right? Although most of my blood relations lived to be quite old — mid-90s and into their 100s, even in eras where that kind of age was really uncommon.  So I don’t have any real reason to think I’m leaving anytime soon, it’s just something I think about now. Especially as the summer wanes and fall begins its approach (the dogwood tree in my backyard is starting to get its fall colors already).

I won’t really mind going, actually, as long as all the cats have already passed on. But there is so much writing here on my desk that I would like to complete, if I had my “druthers,” as they say!

Okay. I guess I will get going here. I haven’t done yoga yet.  Then I will make that drive into town. Have a really wonderful holiday if you live Stateside, and have a wonderful Monday, wherever you are in the world!

I leave you with something that actually speaks of the beginning of summer, and of how happy they’ll be when September finally comes… still, it’s such a wonderful song, sort of wistful, all these decades later — the original “Sealed With A Kiss,” by Brian Hyland (1962).  Enjoy it. Fall in love. And thanks for visiting, gang! I love you, guys. See ya.

Sealed With A Kiss

Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling I promise you this
I’ll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

Yes it’s gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I’ll fill the emptiness
I’ll send you all my dreams every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I’ll see you in the sunlight
I’ll hear your voice everywhere
I’ll run to tenderly hold you
But darling you won’t be there

I don’t want to say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we’ll miss
Oh let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss

Yes it’s gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I’ll fill the emptiness
I’ll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss

© 1962 Peter Udell, Gary Geld

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