Oceans For Emotions: Celebrating Labor Day at home
"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heaven laden, and I will give you rest."
- Matthew 11: 28
This week we celebrated Labor Day. I think everybody in the area near water goes to the beach to fish one last time, and even maybe one first time for the year ahead of them that is filled with labor. Do you know what real fishermen do? They stay home.
"Labor Dayers" fill up every stretch of beach front that I fish. They run their jet skis making doughnut holes in my favorite floundering spot; their tents pop up like pimples on freshmen's faces, and I can't even hear the waves over their boom boxes that even send the sea gulls scattering.
My biggest complaint is that they come to the beach to get away from it all and spend all of their time flicking on their cellphones talking to the person who is sitting right next to them. I even saw one person taking a series of pictures of himself fishing while he must have been missing any fish he might be catching.
I think the last Labor Day I will ever spend at the coast, I spent not fishing from the Indianola Fishing Marina. Many dads must have gotten their little girl-children for their last outing of the year, and the Marina makes a perfect place to take them. I think I was the only woman trying to fish there, for I must have been the designated taker-to-the-bathroom for all the little girls who were not able to go in there alone and take care of their business by themselves. I guess that my age and fish hat made me easily identifiable in case I tried to run away with their daughters. No way. I did try to run away from their fishing fathers and swore that I would never see them again on any other Labor Day.
Yes, I stayed home and slept until I wanted to get up; ate when I was hungry; watched daytime TV and did not put on makeup or a bra. Now, that's celebrating Labor Day.
Dear Lord, thank you for being with us, even when we rest from our labors. I hope some of those little girls who I took to the restroom will grow up and remember the old lady with the fish hat who didn't teach them how to fish but helped "potty train" them and pass that on when they return to the fishing marina on Labor Days to come.