Monday, September 7, 2015

"No Labor" Day

Not really sure why this holiday is called "Labor Day," since it is pretty clear that not much labor will take place today. 

I left my house 30 minutes later than normal to drive to spend the day with my mom at the hospital, and I arrived at my usual  time. Our normally "autoless" highway was like an empty tarmack today. I am not a race driver, but today I was tempted! 

We usually stay close to home on this kind of holiday. But today I drove into town to sit while Mom "catches a few winks" between hospital staff prodding and poking and trying to get her moving. 

Our small community looked a bit like a ghost town with almost no one but me moving about. 

Just Stepped 2,500 steps in hospital hallways that also resemble a ghost town. One lone maintenance guy was whitewashing some scuff marks on the   white hospital walls.

Ever wonder who gets such a thrill for marking up clean, white walls? Keep your feet on the floor! 

Keep Walking! Keep Moving!

3 comments:

Joanne Noragon said...

I sat in an office recently and three loud children and their distraught parents came in. The children sat all around me, each with an electronic device with a game. One child down from me was a six year old on a stool in a nook. He put his shoulders on one wall and his feet up on the other and sat on his spine, intent on this game. Suddenly he made a wrong move, went back to level one and exploded in a tantrum. When one parent eventually disengaged him from his game and his corner, he had left his marks.
Or, perhaps a cart went a trifle off course and bumped the wall.
I hope you days stays peaceful and quite.

NanaDiana said...

Sounds like a nice, quiet day to me. I can just see you SPEEDING on that open highway. Hope you have a great week. xo Diana

Janie Junebug said...

I don't know why it's called Labor Day. Perhaps it's meant to honor working people, while those of us who are unemployed flaunt our status as losers who get to stay at home.

Love,
Janie, who might look up Labor Day if she can remember