Sadly, the holiday began with a bit of repair work. When Southern Man pulled in last night he noticed that his mailbox was down, so the first chore of the morning was to put it back up. While doing so a neighbor strolled by (literally: she was pushing a stroller) and Southern Man found that a brick mailbox up the road had also been knocked over.
Southern Man hates vandals and property criminals with the white hot fury of a thousand burning suns. That's not a very Christian attitude, but that's the way he is.
Then it was off to town for the singles group Labor Day picnic at the big park on the big lake.
The big lake is really down due to the drought.
Kids eating and playing.
Grownups doing the same.
After the picnic Southern Man went home and spent the rest of the evening cleaning up and getting the kitchen into shape. His first attempt to cook an actual meal (steak and potatoes and a salad) came off all right but cleanup without running water is a pain. Tomorrow it is back to work!