The Use of Time

Yesterday. Labor Day. I spent it watching tennis, the U.S. Open.

It's hard to do something like that without feeling guilty, especially since I have been reading and remembering about my pioneer ancestors and their very hard times--tramping through mud up to their knees day after day that first Spring in Iowa and Nebraska--and their many sacrifices--giving up their homes, loved ones dying on the way.

This post has suddenly become extremely serious.

So, believe me, I did feel guilty, but I managed to get through it. I do hope I never have to look back, like at the judgment bar, and wish I had not done it. I wonder if I'll have to explain it to anyone there.

I was about to write that this is not something Wayne would ever do, but that is true only if we're talking about tennis. Football or basketball he would, even golf. Somehow, that makes me feel better.