Labor Days

Well, here it is, yet another Labor (laborless?) Day, and a beauty of a day it is. The end of summer comes with a bang this year, right on September 1. Tomorrow begins the mad fury of September, the back-to-school days, the beginning of fall. Well, it doesn’t have to be mad, does it? Up here on Fessenden Hill we don’t need to worry about mad rushes back to school. There’s only one family on this old road who has school age kids and they’re home schooled. So, it’ll be quiet, as usual on Fessenden Hill in the coming week. The way I like it.

Today I’m at my computer doing my seemingly endless blogging yet again. Am I addicted? Probably. But I find it fun, what the heck. I made some mods to my blog today and now here I am typing up a post. What do ya know?! But I’m curious. What did I do on some other Labor Days in past years? Let me consult some of my old journal books…..

Labor Day six years ago, Sept. 2, 2002, I started off, journaling (with pen and ink!) at 7:54am: “Quiet here. Everyone in bed. But dogs are barking somewhere….[Yesterday] I decided to try hiking ‘Rankin Trail’ off Hancock Pond road. This was around Noon. It was another adventure for me….The trail soon became a snow mobile trail going by Perley Pond and then hit a fork, one arrow pointing to Sebago and the other to Denmark and Moose Pond. I took the latter, then a narrower one which seemed to be heading toward Fessenden Hill. Just then I encountered a couple ATVs coming along the main path. They stopped and a man chatted with me telling me he owns 300 acres here and to be his guest. Two women with him said, ‘This is our playground!’ ……. Amazingly, I encountered after a lot of struggling over rocks and fallen trees, the same outcropping of rock I had stopped at on Wednesday! Was I happy! Then in another 20 minutes or so I was home.”

Well, at least I got some good exercise in six years ago. Plus blogging by pen and ink!

Labor Day Sept. 4, 1995: “….The day started cool, about 46F, but warmed up a lot and now it’s in the high 60s I think. I went for a walk a while ago. The moon is approaching full and is casting a lot of light….. This morning as I walked out to get the paper, the air felt good and I had slept well. I tried to experience the morning, the beginning — in this case, of the day. And when I went out this evening in the moonlight, my thoughts enclosed the end — in this case, of the day. A life in a day. And the end of the long weekend came. We move on. ….”

Ah, to be philosophical on Labor Day.

Labor Day Sept. 3, 1990: “I’m sitting on a couch at ‘Nancy’s farm’ [Nancy is Cyn’s sister] in Denmark, Maine. The day is cool, approaching fall? Yesterday was hot but finally thickened over with clouds. Went swimming in her pool. The mosquitoes were kind of bad. [same this year!] Cyn and I left home [Carlisle, MA] yesterday at 9:36am and got here at 12:33pm, slightly under three hours and 126 miles….. Yesterday I read some in Barbara Hannah’s, ‘Encounters with the Soul: Active Imagination’. Have I met figures from my unconscious? I can think of some. But there’s always the reductionist argument: they’re just illusions, something you ate…… Had long trip home — Labor Day traffic…..”

For brevity, I’ve left out a lot of things, mainly personal. But isn’t it all about me? HAHAHA OK, but I’m shy.

So that’s a smattering of past Labor Days’ activities. This afternoon I did go for a quick walk up the road and back, keeping ahead of the mosquitoes. The wind is strong and it’s in the 70’s. Another Labor Day drawing to a close. We did have eleven people for dinner Saturday night.

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