Labor Day vs Labour Day

It is all in which language you use. Should you be an American – naturally it is Labor Day. The first Monday in September that has been a US Federal Holiday for more than 110 years. A gift of a free day off, just as the summer ends so that you can vainly attempt to get yourself together as the work and school ramp up to full speed. Any other significance has long since been lost to the average person.

If you are a normal English speaker – then it is Labour Day you are thinking about. In many countries it occurs on 1 May – starting with Australia where workers in 1900 won the right to an eight hour day. Think about, all of you – we owe the Aussies for more than sheep, wool, kangaroos and some great drinking songs.

Me?

I am trying to get over my camera burn out. So many pictures from China yet to get through an edit that I don’t really even feel like picking up the camera.

And then there is my studio, mess that it is.

As I find things that need homes, I will post them here. Most will be available just for the reimbursement of postage. I just want them to live at someone else’s house, getting used rather than languishing on my shelves.

-Holly

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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