The lost weekend
Verbal Jazz spent this past weekend not paying much attention to the news and the Red Sox. Both of these are cardinal sins as far as I am concerned, however we were hosting houseguests who blew into town to attend my bride-to-be's wedding shower.
The whole wedding shower thing seems to be an odd tradition. I was not allowed to go, but my lovely fiance received many wonderful gifts, only to receive many more at the wedding, which is in mid-October.
I was stuck at home doing man-duty with my future father-in-law, who installed some light fixtures in our ever-changing kitchen. Basically, I held stuff and handed him tools, and made wise cracks. I would have to say I am not very handy around the house, although I have been known to mow a mean lawn.
Now that the houseguests are gone, I can get back to paying attention to the news, which included listening to the President attempt to wax poetic and inspirational when discussing labor.
Quotidian Labor Day moment #1
Speaking of labor, Verbal Jazz managed to overhear a conversation on the commuter train this morning about people who actually labor (i.e. contractors). One woman explained to another woman that there are certain people who think that those who work with their hands are Neanderthals, or something to that effect. You'll have to forgive me; I was half asleep while this conversation went on. Verbal Jazz does come from a blue-collar background, and would encourage you to go hug a contractor, even if you do not particularly the knee jerk patriotism that some may exhibit. Seriously, though, without people who can build, run wires, or install plumbing, where would we be?
Quotidian Labor Day moment #2
One of the weekend houseguests was telling us that her college held classes on Labor Day because education was not labor. It may be labor for the teachers, though.
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Verbal Jazz spent this past weekend not paying much attention to the news and the Red Sox. Both of these are cardinal sins as far as I am concerned, however we were hosting houseguests who blew into town to attend my bride-to-be's wedding shower.
The whole wedding shower thing seems to be an odd tradition. I was not allowed to go, but my lovely fiance received many wonderful gifts, only to receive many more at the wedding, which is in mid-October.
I was stuck at home doing man-duty with my future father-in-law, who installed some light fixtures in our ever-changing kitchen. Basically, I held stuff and handed him tools, and made wise cracks. I would have to say I am not very handy around the house, although I have been known to mow a mean lawn.
Now that the houseguests are gone, I can get back to paying attention to the news, which included listening to the President attempt to wax poetic and inspirational when discussing labor.
Quotidian Labor Day moment #1
Speaking of labor, Verbal Jazz managed to overhear a conversation on the commuter train this morning about people who actually labor (i.e. contractors). One woman explained to another woman that there are certain people who think that those who work with their hands are Neanderthals, or something to that effect. You'll have to forgive me; I was half asleep while this conversation went on. Verbal Jazz does come from a blue-collar background, and would encourage you to go hug a contractor, even if you do not particularly the knee jerk patriotism that some may exhibit. Seriously, though, without people who can build, run wires, or install plumbing, where would we be?
Quotidian Labor Day moment #2
One of the weekend houseguests was telling us that her college held classes on Labor Day because education was not labor. It may be labor for the teachers, though.
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