It's a day of celebrating labor so what is more appropriate than working. It seems like it should be a day of relaxation and rest to honor the many days of toil but at least for us it usually means an extra day off in which to accomplish some summer's end task. It seems the weekends are so busy with catching up from the week past and sheep shows that there's never time to do the other jobs that need to be done routinely.
Our deck has been undecked all summer long thanks to the efforts of grandson Calvin working to remove all the old materials, leaving only the foundation ready for a new floor and railings. So this is the selected weekend, hot weather and all. There have been numerous trips to the lumber store for new materials and instructions, then finding out we got a lot of lumber we didn't need thanks to computerized plans that erred. Just bring it back they said, which requires loading and unloading again.
It's been awhile since we did a big project and we are older than we once were. It seems everything is a little harder than it used to be, too. And our bodies are a little less powerful than they once were. John is doing all the work. My big task was to put screws and fasteners together, 500 of them, and even that showed my wimpiness. I got a blister on my thumb. Even though we complain of aching muscles and heat exhaustion it is still a blessing to be able to accomplish the project on our own. At least it will feel that way once it is done. I hope.
"I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil--this is the gift of God" (Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 NIV).