laborious day.

enjoy your cookouts, kids.
if i'm not mistaken,
this is the worst one, right?
...because no hamburger, no matter the fixin's,
can ever placate a palate rife with the sour taste of the unofficial last day of summer.
woooooord.
this is it.
and it's happening later than usual,
so the failing light is more noticeable,
and the dewy grass is just a degree cooler than it normally would be
when the last big barbecue long weekend of summertimeliness get's poppin'.
it's s'posed to be a scorcher up here in the woodsly goodness,
and i guess that's good news.
unless you're one of the folks who won't really be enjoying much of that,
as the last logistical vacation day dwindles, down to dusk while you make your way
through this mountain vale through the tedium and toil
of direct impingement on people and their parts.
...and i am that, if i am nothing else.
huh?
oh.
well,
while you're crushing can after can of mind-numbingly head-fuzzing light beer,
a.k.a. losery bread soda;
and hamburger-helping yourself to a quick dip in the chilly river?
i'll be doing what i always do.
yep.
i'm working.
awwwwww.
no surprises there.
labor day hasn't been a relaxing happy holiday for me in more than a decade and a half.
so,
now you know where i'll be,
if you're inclined to get up out of your lawn chair and climb into the hot seat at the studio.
what does the day hold in store for me?
it's too soon to tell for sure, but predictions based on prior experiences tell me
that it's going to be one hard style after another, until bedtime.
it's all really happening,
it's just that what's really happening to me is just more of the same sh!t all over again.
*
neighbors,
the finale is in full effect.
after today,  the forest realm of the north is a ghost town again.
there will be color-changing leaves;
and a great dying-off of the flowers and the foliage;
and weird kaleidoscope autumn indian corn cobs;
and pumpkins follow apples as we segue into a new season.
the beautiful decay of another year kicks off tomorrow.
in the meantime,
there's still so much to do,
with or without post offices and banks being open.
that's the truth;
never quiet, never soft.....