Yes, here in Kentucky it unofficially ended the same time as it did last year, at the end of August. It was in the low 80s yesterday, and only got up to 77 today.
At work the week ended on a pleasant note, in part because everyone is looking forward to the Labor Day weekend. I have always wondered if goofing off for a day, with shopping, picnics, etc., was really a proper way to celebrate work, but what the heck. Originally I was going to go out of town somewhere, inasmuch as I haven’t been out of the Lexington area since we went to Bardstown in mid-July, but that doesn’t look likely now.
This evening I was driving on Man-o-war Blvd, to visit a friend in a nursing home who’s recuperating from knee surgery. I didn’t make it because the car started having engine trouble, and I promptly headed back in the direction of home. The “Service Engine Soon” light came on, the engine got hotter than usual when I stopped for traffic lights, and it didn’t accelerate much when I put my foot on the gas pedal. The Wal-Mart mechanics who changed my oil weren’t qualified to work on this problem, and it was so late that all I could do was visit an auto parts store before going home. The store didn’t have the equipment to tell what was wrong, so they guessed that it was a failed water pump or fan, and referred me to a mechanic who can fix cars as old as mine. Of course I’ll be heading there first thing tomorrow morning. Pray that it doesn’t take long to fix, or cost an outrageous amount.
The strangest news I heard today is that Hooter’s, the restaurant chain notorious for its large-breasted waitresses in orange shorts, is planning to open a restaurant in Dubai, of all places! I know the UAE’s commercial center is growing by leaps and bounds (the sheikh of Dubai sent his agent here a year ago to spend millions on horses), and it will probably do all right even if only foreign workers go in there, but with the puritanical reputation of every state on the shores of the Persian Gulf, you have to wonder about this. If there’s going to be a Hooter’s anywhere in the Middle East, I would expect to see it in Beirut; before the 1975-1990 Lebanese civil war, Beirut had a reputation as the kind of place where you could get anything that wasn’t available in the rest of the Arab world. Either this is a really bad marketing decision, or it’s a sign that we’re winning the War On Terror (from a cultural standpoint, anyway). I still remember the time around 1990 when Leive’s father applied to work at a Hooter’s, and I had some trouble explaining to him why he wasn’t accepted! Mind you, this was a few years before the franchise was accused of sex discrimination, which caused them to respond with billboards like these:
From my household to yours, happy Labor Day.