When writing a blog post entitled “thoughts on Labor Day,” it’s important you have thoughts on Labor Day.
Which is a problem.
Because I don’t have many.
I mean, yeah, it’s nice. It’s a three-day weekend for a lot of people. The weather’s usually good. It’s a reminder to get outside in parts of the country where getting outside isn’t as enjoyable in the winter as it is on the first Monday of September. The seemingly interminable first week of the college football season wraps up. There’s usually at least one baseball fan base that either entirely loses hope, only to have it later at least temporarily restored, and one that gains hope, only to later see it wither. It’s an opportunity for our nation’s schoolchildren to catch their collective breath and steel themselves for the next few months of tirelessly pursuing high test scores to bring glory to their communities.
But those are just observations. Not really thoughts.
I suppose if I had to think of thoughts on it, those thoughts would revolve around how today seems like a good day to learn to make hashbrowns. Just frozen ones. Guessing those exist. I think they’re how my mom made the classic “hashbrowns and hot dogs” that was exactly what it sounds like. But I’ve never cooked them up myself before. So maybe I’ll do that. But more likely is a scenario in which I don’t do that, because I don’t get to the grocery store until I’ve moved on to wanting to eat something else, and that the next time I really think of making hashbrowns comes on a quiet Saturday morning in November.
Enjoy the day off if you’ve got it off.
