I love this time of year. Autumn signals new beginnings to me.
A fresh start. A new year.
Most of my life has been spent in school in one form or another—kindergarten, elementary, junior high, high school, undergraduate, graduate, Sunday school, Bible school, teacher training classes, writer craft classes, computer classes.
Plus, all those years of teaching.
A whole lot of my life has restarted every September.
I so looked forward to those new notebooks, and pens and pencils, and a new school year. Even today, it takes every bit of restraint I can muster to stay away from the school supply aisles when shopping. I will always need another new pen or notebook…for my writing, of course.
The other things I love about September are Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. The first Jewish holiday celebrates the start of the Jewish New Year with challah bread made with apples and raisins and dipped in honey. Yom Kippur or the Day of Atonement is spent in prayer and fasting.
I’m not Jewish and, as far as I know, I have no distant genealogical Jewish DNA anywhere. I do have many good Jewish friends who share their holiday traditions with me. The idea of beginning a new year in September with a clean slate is what I like about their fall holy days.
I also like that September brings a drop in temperature—if you live someplace besides Texas. Temperatures dropping from 99-100 to 90-93 as not a true temperature change as far as I’m concerned. It’s still hot.
But mornings are cooler with temperatures dipping into the high 70s and that gives a hint of Autumn, my favorite time of the year.
If you are Jewish, I wish you Shana Tova, a week late. And Tzom Kal a couple of days early. To everyone else, Happy September.
A friend of mine regularly posts pictures of things she is giving away. I am quite impressed with her dedication to decluttering.
One week she posted a picture of nesting dolls with instruments. I could not resist. I messaged her to say that I “needed” them and arranged for porch pick up.
Once I had them in my car, I immediately started taking them apart. I was amazed at the number of different dolls there were.
I was showing them to a piano student who is particularly fond of arranging things – especially the things on top of my piano. I would think it is a distraction technique, but he is making good progress so when he asked to put all the individual dolls on the piano, I allowed it.
I am very happy with my latest acquisition. It makes me smile!
Since its origin in 1882, Labor Day has paid tribute to the contributions and achievements of American workers. In 1894, it became an official federal holiday.
This vintage postcard commemorates that holiday addition.
The day is a well-deserved tribute to all laborers whether their office is a building, a field, a warehouse, a store, a hospital, a patrol car or fire station, or their home. Commitment to their job is what makes our country such a great place to live.
Today I’d like to say a big Thank You.
I’m a writer retired from the traditional workforce. Because you do your job, I can concentrate on mine every day. To writers who work day jobs then write in the evenings, you’re my heroes too.
If you’re among the many workers who have Labor Day off work, kick back and enjoy your free day. Holidays tend to slide by in my world. One day is like the next.Write, write, write.
Because Labor Day also signals the end of summer, I think I may take a break and join the crowd at the grill.
Poached eggs are a frequent treat for breakfast around here.
We could go to a nearby Mickey D’s and buy one, but homemade is so much tastier. I use only half of the English muffin and no cheese so homemade also has fewer calories.
My egg poaching pan is ancient. A wedding gift almost sixty years ago. It’s lightweight aluminum which means it heats quickly and stays hot.
I’ve never understood why the pan has three egg cups. Seems to me, four would make more sense. There are larger pans and smaller ones, but three egg cups work well for us. Two eggs for hubby-dear and one for me.
Besides my egg poacher pan, I also need pliers when I prepare our breakfast.
You see, steam from the boiling water that cooks the eggs to perfection burns my hand and the egg cups get very hot. That little tab you grip to lift the egg cups out is too small to grip barehanded.
A potholder is too large. The egg cup frequently slips from my hand and goes splat on the plate. Not a pretty presentation.
The solution, for me, is to use pliers to lift the egg cup. I can grip securely, slid the egg out, and have a picture-perfect serving.
I do get strange looks whenever anyone watches me use the pliers. Once I explain why most people admit it makes sense.
Okay, not everyone. Some still think poached eggs and pliers are a weird combination. But it works for me.
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