We are now in our new location and about 80 percent moved. However, I would say we are more like 50 percent set up and ready to go. It will take a little more time to get everything into a routine so I hope you will bear with us a bit when it comes to the next few weeks and issues of the paper. I have already noticed that I will be spending a lot more time in my car then ever before.
There seems to be a lot of crap going around. Not just verbally but medically. Nearly everyone you talk to has been affected in some way by either the stomach or respiratory flu. I guess I am one of them. As I began to feel the symptoms of a cough and cold coming on earlier in the week, I chalked it up to my allergies and asthma since I have been doing a lot of dirty work packing boxes and moving furniture. I continued to work on moving our office to Morris and assumed the runny nose and cough would end soon.
It was an honor to attend the Morris Fire Department unveiling of its beautiful monument. I was present at the ceremony not only as a reporter but also as a family member of past and present Morris firefighters, and with interest as the wife of a former Hancock firefighter. I thoroughly enjoyed the speeches and especially liked Jerry Lesmeister's comment about a firefighters becoming Superman whenever the pager went off. I remember with mixed emotions my own thoughts when my husband's pager went off.
With the start of school we have entered a time when there are a lot of competitions. Not only in the gyms and on the fields but also in the classrooms, at non-athletic contests and in our daily lives. There will be some people happily taking home top prizes while others will be forced to settle for the non-winners circles. To be a non-winner is not always easy. I have to emphasize that by not winning a competition a person or team could not be termed "losers".
Change is not always welcome or even anticipated but sometimes is simply necessary. In the last 17 years of my working at the Hancock Record, we have seen many, many changes and with each one I have taken on a bold front and approached them with acceptance and hope. This latest change will be a challenge for me to accept in this same manner but none the less one that I realize must be done. Hancock has been my home all my life. I know the people, the places, the businesses, the school and basically all that an editor could know almost like the back of my hand.
The buses come and go, the school doors are open once more. The first day of another school year is history, and for many lucky students a new school year is under way. I'm sure some of these students would not agree with me when I say they are lucky. However, they have the world by the tail, so to speak, because of the opportunities and benefits they are getting from a free public education. The education that so many take for granted is a prized possession in other countries and even in some areas of this country.
My husband and I, along with some family and friends, are making plans for a vacation. We have been anticipating it and planning for so long and the week is finally here. However, as I sit at my desk or in my home I think about all the things that have to be done before-hand and I wonder 'Why take a vacation?' Before I leave work today (I am writing this on Friday), I need to have this week's issue of the paper nearly complete. Joyce will be adding any last minute items that come in on Tuesday. However, it means a great deal of planning ahead.
I can't believe that it is already Labor Day weekend and on Tuesday the new school year will begin. It seems like summer passed so quickly and I have so much left that I want to do. In late May, I diligently planted my garden, watched and waited as the tiny seeds began to grow. Now, those plants are filled with produce and there simply aren't enough hours in the day to harvest, clean, store and preserve the product. I just try to do a little bit each evening and slowly but surely it is getting done. As one vegetable is completed for the year another takes off.
Go slowly, August, we cannot part with Summer yet. Each evening brings its own regret - A crunch of brown in fading grass, A cooling sign of winds that pass, A hint of smoky Summer haze, The subtle shortening of the days. Wait, August, cling fast to summer's song; Once here, Fall and Winter lasts too long. Tell Autumn "stay," our Summer is not yet done; Let the pond waves run in the morning sun. This poem by an unknown author sums up my feelings about the seasons. We can already detect the slowly shortening of the daylight hours and cooler evenings.
During the last few months I have had many opportunities to spend time with pets, especially dogs. Right up front, I am going to tell you that I am not a dog lover, but the time I have spent with these pets has not been all bad. In many ways, I can see what people enjoy about the animals, but I sometimes think it just goes too far. My husband and I have a cat, not really by choice but more by inheritance. We inherited her from our son when he moved to an apartment that did not allow pets. She is not a friendly or cuddly cat.