Summer ends with a whimper

I am in a foul humor. It's Labor Day weekend and for some reason I am not at Fishers Island. How did that happen? Every year for twenty years I had to chose between doing a canoe race or going home, and I always chose going home. This year I didn't choose either, because I didn't seem to have a choice of either. I am sad that I didn't get us tickets. This would have been the first time in eight months that a trip home didn't involve an attorney or a banker. It would have been nice to simply hang around with the family at the summer place. Lot's of babysitters. Although Riley has been there twice, he says he doesn't remember. Definitely going to plan on a week up there next year, and hope some family will join us. Are they all there because we are not? Some say it's too stressful to have the whole gang up at one time. If us not being there makes it easier for every one else to be there, then I guess that will put me in a better mood. Labor Day in Santa Barbara is something a lot of people are probably paying for, so I'd better suck it up and try to enjoy it. At least we don't have to fight the traffic.