This is it. The last weekend of the Summer, assuming you believe that Summer is from Labor to Memorial Day. Or, wait. Is it Memorial Day to Labor Day? One of those. Let’s start again.
This is it. The other 3-day weekend of the Summer. The second one, I mean. The one that ends it. Maybe I should Google this…
This is it. Labor Day. The last weekend of the Summer for those of us who are more into marking time via government holidays than by the weird solstice or equinox or whatever it is that happens outside (I’m not opening Google again).
Some folks will barbecue, some folks will bar-b-que, and yet other folks will BBQ. Personally, I’m planning on enjoying the last weekend of the summer recharging. I made Maribou watch the trailer for Chennai Express and she pointed out that we could probably get that from the library and, wouldn’t you know it, we could and so we’re going to be watching this tonight (with glasses in our hands):
And the rest of the weekend is just the “last weekend of the summer” stuff. Errands, chores, and discussions about when we think we might have to switch from cotton to flannel.
AND THEN IT WILL BE AUTUMN.
So… what’s on your docket?