Today is Labor Day. In my mind, and in my life, Labor Day has always been the marker of change - change of seasons, change of activities, and an approaching change in number.
Because I was born on the 8th, and Labor Day is always the first Monday of September, my birthday can never be on Labor Day. By one day. If I had been born 11 hours and 46 minutes sooner, I could, once in a while, share my birthday with a nation holiday - which I thought, when I was a child, would be cool.
As an adult, I know better.
Grannie progresses slowly, meanwhile, I have learned the ins and outs of feeding someone with a feeding tube installed in their stomach. She IS getting her 'swallow' back - once she does, and the feeding tube is removed, she can stop with the "I fed you as a baby, now you can feed me" jokes. Please.
#1 and #3 sons have been observing the processes involved with feeding Grannie. I've told them both to remember how it's done. :)
#3 son goes back to school this week. Because he has been 'wait listed' for the class he really wants, he enlisted in a class called 'Gender Studies' so that he would have the appropriate number of hours for the semester. I am SO waiting to see how THIS works out. Gender Studies? Really?
I know you, Dear Reader, have no idea why I think #3 Son in that class is ludicrous, but if you have watched "Big Bang Theory" on CBS - just think of Sheldon. Imagine HIM in Gender Studies. Now you have it.