Labor Day. A national celebration of human labor, of the common working man. Now that I’m not one of them (a working man), it seems a bit quaint. US politics now favors the non-working man, the rich folks who control capital assets. Labor Day is an anachronism. I can identify with that. feel anachronistic most days.

The weather in KY and CA has suddenly reversed – KY is now pleasant, and Socal is now hot, humid and not fun. Go figure. For once I’m on the right side of the equation.

Today my family helped me avoid a down day – a nice lunch with my brother and SIL, then a short visit to Lakeside with Em’s family. Hundreds (thousands?) of people celebrating Labor Day by jumping in the spring-fed water, dressed in tiny outfits that they will likely renounce at church a few days later. Classic. In my late teens I lived in places like this, Dreamland and South Side in Ashland, pool cultures where I learned to swim, play basketball, and love those summers. It was glorious. All that helped me get out of my head and feel a little connected to the world. Might seem hard to understand, but that connection is hard to come by lately.

September has been tougher to deal with than July or August. Still not sure why, but…there it is. Mornings watching the grandsons play soccer or just hanging out with them make it all a bit simpler. Here’s a picture of a kid completely caught up in the moment. I envy that. We all probably do. Probably should.