I realize Labor Day is long past, but we had an interesting weekend and of course it got me thinking about life and how we live it, or rather the structure to it all and things seem so mindless at times. It was a beautiful day and there was much to be done, but we felt it was important to do some family stuff, as well. I worked on the barn and then took N bike riding on the trails, after which we went to the driving range to hit a few balls. When we got home, it was still warm and nice so we decided to head over to Silverlake and do some kayaking. What's crazy is that there are still a few weeks of nice weather, but the park (it's a state park) closes on Labor Day, without exception. Seems sort of rigid, but that's the traditional day that everything ends. I remember that in New York, everyone stops having fun after Labor Day. It didn't seem that way in California, but that was many moons ago.
Either way, we rented kayaks and cruised the lake, and then had a picnic supper on the grass. It was nice, I had planned on making pulled pork tacos for supper but we just ate the pork and some bread and veggies outdoors. We then went home and watched a family movie, but it was sort of sad saying goodbye to summer. I don't know why, it just gives you a melancholy feeling. Is that biological, or the result of 14 years of public schooling?
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Richard Burtle for the pic.