is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers.That has a fairly Marxist ring to it, it seems to me. But, since the holiday
constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country,I decided to participate in the promotion of that prosperity by going to the store.
In my defense, I spent the morning clearing out more and more of the
G'ma's Pesach dishes (the special ones that have never been soiled by leavening) went from the floor to Goodwill, along with the electronic typewriter Big Cuter used to fill out his college applications back in 2000. I could see G'ma's translucent chicken soup with larger than life matzoh balls floating next to the teeny bit of carrot that got through the strainer in my hands as I carried
Those things ended up at Goodwill only because they were rejected by Bookmans, the used book and, on occasion, used stuff emporium. Although they bought back the hard covered books I'd bought with store credit the week before, my
More bedding plants were purchased and no there will be no photos because this is all in preparation for the grand unveiling at the arrival of the bride and groom..... my baby and her young man..... the little girl just yesterday..... and so, though it be Labor Day, I shall labor on, beautifying and making new memories.... because that's really so much more important than the stuff. That which I love the most I carry in my heart; nothing could induce me to live this far from my children were that not the case.
I go to plant.