Hello Holiday Weekend!

The adult equivalent to Christmas Eve must be the day at the office just before the holiday weekend. A FOUR-DAY holiday weekend no less! It's delightful to be thinking about going home even as you are alighting from the train that brought you to work in the morning. To overhear co-workers wishing each other a good weekend, as early as 9:30 am. Every e-mail that day is signed off, "Have a great weekend!" a nod to the fact that the writer's mind is already somewhere else. Usually you don't see this until at least 2 pm on a Friday, but before a holiday weekend there are e-mails time-stamped 8:23 that include the tidings.
Not having anything super planned for the weekend, it took me a little time to develop my appealing answer to the "So, any plans for the weekend?" question. My answer? Four great big days of uncommitted, unscheduled, free time! (Ok, I did bring my laptop home, and may crack it open on Tuesday -- the adult equivalent of waiting until Sunday night to do your weekend homework. What a drag.)
I don't have a little flag to hang outside to celebrate the weekend. And you know, it is probably against the condo association rules, in some manner. (No signs in the windows, curtains with white backing facing to the outside...) Pulling out the flag from the back porch closet where it was so respectfully stored with the winter scarves was a national holiday tradition growing up. So was the effort to ensure that your outfit appropriately reflected red, white, and blue. See photo of me and Juliet celebrating our national heritage on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Note my red barrettes, white tee, and blue shorts. Note also that Juliet was always the rebel. What nation's flag has those colors, little girl?
(Regular readers will note that Juliet has become my humor writer for the comments section of the blog. She's a funny one.)