Today was my Memorial Day. I know it is several days after the fact, but I had to work Monday, so I took today off instead, and do not have to go back until Sunday. Working retail means you have to be there when the customers are, and just when I am ready to bitch about the hours, I think back to my last career in hotel/resort management and its 24/7/365 schedule. I also need to remind myself to be happy I have a job - this on a day when the news is full of stories about the anemic economy, but I could have told them that.
So I spent my Memorial Day reading The Help by Katheryn Stockett, tipped up the house a bit and watered my very, very dry garden. We are nearly 6.5" below normal for rainfall, and we have had a week of 90 degree weather. Local lawns are turning brown, and if I had one I might care. However, there are many local grasses that are not dry. The area marshes have completed their transformation into summer green and never lack for water. On the way back from my son's guitar practice tonight, I glimpsed the light from the evening sun illuminating the banks of a local creek. I dropped him off, grabbed my camera and headed back out, but the moment had passed. So not one to waste a delightful evening, I headed down the street to the Lafayette to watch the sunset, enjoy the warm salt air and to contemplate tomorrow.