Memorial Day Weekend Again.
As my title suggests it's Memorial Day Weekend again. For most of America, Memorial Day Weekend is a time of fun. Me? I dislike Memorial Day Weekend. Most of you know this, but for those of you that have just found Monner's Mumblings, I will explain it again.
Of the 650 stories I have written at least six or seven have been about my dislike for Memorial Day Weekend, not the day but the weekend. (Yes, Monner's Mumblings is 650 stories old, according to the software program I use. (Two, things. First, I should have paid attention in school. Second, I need a hobby or maybe a job.)
Our son passed away on Memorial Day Weekend. This weekend is etched in my brain forever. In fairness, time doesn't really heal all wounds, it just maybe lessens the hurt.
America doesn't really understand the meaning of Memorial Day. It was never meant to be the first day you get to put your boat in the water. It was not meant for you to have a day off to frolic in the sun and eat hotdogs. BTW, hotdogs. My twins talked me into watching a television show a few years back on the making of hotdogs.
We watched in horror as liquid meat and additives were inserted into casings a set aside to solidify. That my friends should help you enjoy the weekend. Remember liquid meat! Now I can't say I haven't eaten a hotdog since but I need to be somewhere I can turn my mind off. Enjoy your picnic. Solidified liquid meat.
Elaine and I had intended to take our then two-year-old grandkids on their first camping trip when our son passed away. That single event turned the grandkids into our kids. I guess some good came of that weekend.
Today, do as I will and spend some time thinking about the men and women (sorry, but there are only men and women) that gave everything including their lives so you could launch your boat and enjoy solidified liquid meat on your extra day off.
I won't be picnicking, boating, or enjoying solidified liquid meat this weekend. But that doesn't mean I won't be enjoying this weekend. I will be at home assembling a greenhouse kit Elaine purchased for me to "enjoy" during my recent retirement. Leave working in a career you were comfortable in, for a career more physically taxing. Huh, does that make any sense?
Girl Twin is committed to watching her roommate's dog while her roommate goes camping. She won't be coming home this weekend. Secretly, I hope that dog chokes on a hotdog. Oh wait, it's not a secret anymore.
I would really enjoy seeing her, with her sassy comebacks and her stink-eye stares. Plus there's a greenhouse to assemble.
Boy Twin, however, is a different story. He's right here with me, talking politics... (on which we agree) showing me his new gun and helping assemble the greenhouse. OK, he is assembling and I am helping. (Construction language), that kid is everything and nothing like his dad. And a lot like Ol' Grampa. I love them both, and one more.
My story today is a little disjointed today. I would like to apologize to all the English teachers out there. Not the professors just the teachers, the real teachers.
Memorial Day is a day to remember those who lost everything, and a day to remember how hotdogs are made.
Pass the love. God Bless.
Our crazy lives!