Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Today is Labor Day in the United States. I was curious about when this all began. So according to the internet, which is now my encyclopedia online: June 28, 1894, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories. Ah ha - so there you have it. A holiday set aside for the working folk. Men and women who built this great nation. One day a year they would not work. We modern folk have taken it a step further, as we the lazier generation are wont to and consider a paid vacation from all the other days off we have. A good majority of people don't do any real physical labor any more. A good majority sit all day. A good majority sit in a car or bus or train to go to work, sit at work, then sit in a car or bus or train to go back home. Then once they get back home, they sit until they go to bed, Then they get up and do it again the next day and the next day and the next day. Then they sit all weekend and binge watch the TV shows they missed because they were sitting all week working. So to that great working class still out there - the farmers and miners and truckers and highway workers and construction workers and housekeepers and food service and retail and others who actually get out there and do physical labor, I salute you. You really work. You use your muscles and you sweat. Kudos to you. You don't have to pay to use a gym or go hiking on the weekends. You put in some solid hours doing physical work. And you know people, that is the way God intended life to be. We were made to be active and do physical labor. There is one Labor Day each week set aside. It has been there since the world was created. It is called the Sabbath. Every seventh day you should rest. Take a day and rest. Celebrate creation and rest. Not just one day a year but one day a week. Wouldn't everyone be happier if they would take a day to just relax and enjoy life! |
"You have to make them move." The man is gesticulating wildly, trying to demonstrate to the museum guide that the car parked in front of his house, on the public street, mind you, is in his way. The kind museum guide nods, looks across the street, notes said car, looks at the man, who by the way, is still swinging arms and trying his best to get his point across. I am noticing this from my vantage point, across the street on my porch. I think - what gives anyone the thought they own a private parking spot on the public street? The museum is county owned and only open from May to September. Visitors come and go and usually stay a short time. There is no parking lot for the visitors. Parking is on the street in front of the museum, very convenient for the visitors. But evidently very disturbing for my neighbor. But then this is a neighbor new to this town. He seems to be unaware of the ebb and flow of life in a small Montana town. People here are friendly. They don't mind if someone parks in front of their house. Perhaps a car parked in front of your house is a visitor. Perhaps they will walk to your front door. Perhaps you will invite them in. And then that car parked in front of your house will not be inconveniently parked. It will seem like a magic chariot bearing kings and queens to your door. But then I do tend to be dramatic. Well, the car eventually did move. That man didn't have to get so excited after all. |