Numero 6!

Labor Day


Again, I'd like to start this blog off again, wishing another dear friend of mine Miss Celia- A Very Happy Birthday!!
3000 miles has nothin' on us! :)


So today, basically Napoleon and I were out and about from 10:30am-7:30pm.
It was a wonderful yet exhausting day.


Labor day was made a holiday here in NYC.
Here's a brief history. Thanks to Wikipedia!
The first Labor Day in the United States was observed on September 5, 1882 in New York City, by the Central Labor Union of New York, the nation's first integrated major trade union.^[1] It became a federal holiday in 1894, when, following the deaths of a number of workers at the hands of the U.S. military and U.S. Marshals during the Pullman Strike, President Grover Cleveland put reconciliation with the labor movement as a top political priority. Fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national holiday was rushed through Congressunanimously and signed into law a mere six days after the end of the strike.^[2] The September date originally chosen by the CLU of NY and observed by many of the nation's trade unions for the past several years was selected rather than the more widespread International Workers' Day because Cleveland was concerned that observance of the latter would stir up negative emotions linked to the Haymarket Affair, for which it had been observed to commemorate.^[3] All U.S. states, the District of Columbia, and the territories had made it a stautory holiday.


Now Labor day of course, as all holidays has evolved. 
To me, it symbolizes several things:
1-The mark of the end of the summer which 
a-means Fall is soon on its merry way
b-it's time for classes!
which then leads to 
c-LAST Summer Hoorahs!! 
2-It's the day of rest-NO Labor on Labor day
3-The beginning of Football season!
4-Fashion Week! 
and a repeat
5-Fall! Crisp air, Fall gear, Boots...Autumn in NYC is Wonderful! 


Today was spent as follows:
Napoleon and I meet Victoria for a scrumptious brunch. We then walked over to do some window shopping in one of our favorite areas: the West Village:. Afterwards we departed and Napoleon made our way down to our favorite simple dog park at : Union Square: where he played, I read a book (needed for class). Afterwards we walked to grab a quick dinner (a McDonalds Happy Meal spoke out to me and yes unhealthy and not what great for my diet, it was scrumptious and really I haven't stepped foot in a McDonalds for at least 6 months!). We then walked slowly home, watched all the kids get their last hoorahs! in, watched people as they had bags in hand from all the labor day sales and felt the air start to get cooler as the sun started to hide behind the buildings. 


It was such a simple and wonderful day. A day where you can feel everyone just enjoying it for what it is. Almost like a Norman Rockwell painting. Everyone had smiles, every store had sales and everyone's tan was fading. 


I thought to myself, as I reached the apt, that these days are often taken for granted. How I used to love labor day as a kid for all the above reasons. How I knew it was going to be the day that the last hide-n-seek game played with the neighbors for awhile. How I wanted to savor every minute of the day, from big breakfasts-slip-in-slides-lemonades and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches-tug-of-wars-games-dinner-hot showers-hot cocoas underneath the stars and finally bed. And now, as an "adult", I did just that. I may of savored every minute differently, but, it didn't matter. The truth of the matter is I did. 


It's so hard these days, to sit back and enjoy the simplicity a beautiful day can offer. So today, tired as I may be from the night before, I had a wonderful reminder of how things used to be when I was younger, at how simple life was, at how the simple things made the very best memories and how the simple things always get harder to see when you get older but when you do see them it truly puts everything back in perspective.