What I did on my Labor Day vacation

We spent a good part of Sunday morning storm proofing trees. Hubs clipped limbs, as I pulled the branches down so he could reach them without a ladder. After we had a dozen or so piles, I started dragging them to the curb. While I dragged, Hubs went to work pruning a large shrub close to the house. 

The longer I dragged and stacked branches, the longer it seemed Hubs was taking on his task of shaping up a single plant.

 Me: ‘You sure are taking a long time on that bush.’

Hubs: ‘Never thought I’d hear that complaint.’ 

 

 

Sunday afternoon we finally made it to the annual Greek Festival in town. Every Labor Day weekend Saints Markella and Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church sponsors a three-day food fest. We ate pastitsio, souvláki, mousaká, gyros, dolmádes, spanakópita, and salads with feta cheese and kalamata olives. These were all homemade by the church women.

After stuffing ourselves on this fabulous food, we brought home samples of some most delicious sweets. We had baklava, chocolate tortes, kataifi, and kourabiethes.

I look forward to this event every year, and always eat far too much.

 

 

I’ve done a lot of PLURKING too. I didn’t expect it to be as much fun as it has been. I’ve connected with some of my bloggy pals in real time and that’s been enlightening. I’ve also been making new friends from Australia, England, Canada, Ireland, India, the Netherlands and Mexico. I’ve connected with other Floridians, and have commiserated with Gustav evacuees. If you’re not already on Plurk, come join the fun. If you are, come find me and let’s talk.

 

 

Monday morning, knowing I still had tons of work to do for one of my project deadlines, and knowing that while I could most likely get it done Tuesday morning, well inside the timeline, I toyed with the idea of going into the office for a couple of hours to knock out some of the less mind numbing tasks. 

That was until I saw this… this being the radar image of Gustav plowing into the the LA coast. This being a visual depiction of a mother of a storm, and its tendrils of feeder bands and wind whipping tail smacking the Florida coast… where I live. 

Knowing that we weren’t going to fall victim to the full force of the storm was encouraging, but with forecasts of winds gusting near 25 mph, coupled with the tornado warnings and heavy rain predictions, and knowing that I would have to drive across this, this nearly 4-mile long bridge (have I mentioned how much I hate bridges, even in nice weather?), I decided to stay home and hope for the best come Tuesday morning.