I had big plans for Labor Day.
Despite the great advice I shared two days ago, I was going to work the day away.
My ears had different plans.
I had a slight cough yesterday — so slight that I thought it was a reaction to something in the air — but in the middle of the night, I woke up slightly disoriented with chills and fever.
I took some meds for the fever, but it was even higher this morning and my head hurt, so off I went to urgent treatment.
The diagnosis: an ear infection. My ears were ‘as red as the chairs in reception.’ (They were pretty darn red.)
I got a big ol’ bag full of drugs, and have been parked on the couch all day, trying to get my fever down and my spirits up because I feel like crap.
And I didn’t get a lick of work done.
I also appear to have called my boyfriend at 2:45am. For his sake, I hope that was a quick hang-up that he didn’t hear.
(Sorry about that.)
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As we enjoy the extended Labor Day weekend, this speech attributed to Coca Cola CEO Bryan G. Dyson bears repeating:
“Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them – Work, Family, Health, Friends and Spirit, and you’re keeping all of these in the air.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls –- Family, Health, Friends and Spirit -– are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for it.
Work efficiently during office hours and leave on time. Give the required time to your family, friends and have proper rest.
Value has a value only if its value is valued.”
Have a great holiday, everyone!
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My neighborhood streets were so quiet this morning. Rory and I only saw two delivery men and another man walking his dog. The hustle and bustle of New York City?
Not on Labor Day.
So I noticed little things I normally miss.
This little guy guards the entrance to an apartment building near my post office. I’ve walked this path for five years, and this is the first time he has caught my eye.
(As a Kentucky native, I am especially embarrassed to admit this.)
My friend Dick sits on this stoop most afternoons. Rory and I stop by and catch up on the neighborhood gossip during our walks.
Apparently Tyler chatted with Dick yesterday, too.
And these blooms were hanging on a tree on my street.
A nice end to a lovely morning walk.
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If you are sad that the holiday weekend is over, rest assured..it is not. Today is a holiday as well — National Neither Rain nor Snow Day.
Yeah, I thought it sounded made up, too, but it’s not. National Rain nor Snow Day celebrates the opening of the New York Post Office building on this date in 1914.
The building has the following inscription:
“Neither snow nor rain not heat nor gloom of night, stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
A lot of people — myself included — think of this as the United States Post Office motto, but it’s not; it was actually the motto of the Pony Express, which was never a government-funded operation.
I know…as holidays go, it’s not that exciting. Ask Kevin Costner; he did an entire movie on the topic — it was called “The Postman,” and nobody went to see it (except my brother Kent, who liked it a lot).
But I’m doing my best to extend your holiday weekend — to give you an excuse to stop your work and go home.
So, run! Be free! Find a horse and gallop off into the sunset!
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Lazy Sunday morning. Rory on the couch. French Open Men’s Final on the tube.
I can’t help but flash forward to this year’s US Open on Labor Day weekend in New York City. I haven’t missed the annual tennis tourney since I moved to Manhattan four years ago.
It’s always an amazing experience, but this year’s is gonna be special. Because this year I’m attending the big event…as a member.
Not of the USTA. (I joined a while back so I could buy tickets early.) Nope, I finally caved and got an American Express card. Because membership has its privileges…especially at the US Open.
For the past four years, I have walked past all the booths and kiosks with their special “For AE Card members only” signs. Feeling left out. Feeling…less. Heck, one year I even used my friend Beth’s card information so I could get the special “For AE Card members only” radio headset to listen to the play-by-play during the matches.
Not this year.
I’m one of them now. One of the uppity-ups. Getting all the special drinks, special seats and special treatment.
But don’t worry. I’ll be back with the little people at tourney’s end.
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