It’s labour day long weekend (I love how most public holidays fall on Mondays in this country!).
“Labour Day” conjures up a few things in my mind – to my wife it probably brings back memories of a 14-hour labour for our first born, to me that too, but also there are images of Red Square in Moscow and those Soviet day march pasts, with ageing rugged up Communistas waving to the frozen masses below behind grey slate walls. That’s May Day I suppose?
Labour Day in Western Australia is the first Monday in March, and is supposed to celebrate the drive for the 8-hour working day (8 hours work, 8 hours recreation, 8 hours sleep). Which reminds me of something someone wiser than me once said: “your life is like a 3-legged stool. One leg is for work, one leg is for your family & friends, and the third leg is yourself. If any one leg is neglected, the whole stool topples over.” So have a balanced life – time for yourself, time for your family/friends, and time for work.
Amen. And on this labour day, may I say “Oop the workers!”
Image: from Labour of Love
Forty years ago my first born was conceived on Labour Day. Don’t ask how I remember, I just do. One of my greatest achievements.
far, far too much info – but thanks for sharing Debbie!