10 days until LABORLESS LABOR DAY!!!
Friday, August 29th, I head to a beach house on the North Shore. There I will stay with several of my women friends (most of whom I’ve known for over twenty years) for our annual Laborless Labor Day weekend. We started the tradition two years ago. That first year I was about halfway through radiation treatments and my friends planned a ladies only weekend retreat at a beach house on the North Shore. The instigator told me we had been talking about doing this for too many years and my bout with breast cancer was a wake-up call that we needed to start doing those things that we talk about doing but don’t get around to. Our husbands and kids would just have to get by without us for three days. Those three days were spent hanging out on the lanai, relaxing and reading and yakking, swimming in the ocean, taking long walks on the beach collecting shells, and yes, there was the evening when my awesome women friends put on the pump it up playlist and all the women danced their hearts out in the living room. Margaritas in hand. That first year my bald head and tired ass were laying on the day bed in the living room, surrounded by the hoopla. I drifted off to sleep in the midst of the gaiety.
This year I plan on dancing like crazy. And snorkeling with my shell bag for hours on end. And watching every sunset with a margarita in hand.