It’s kind of a hodgepodge today, folks:
I was barely aware of the noise the first time, but it got my attention. Then it happened again: Whack. Not long after was another whack. Then a klonk. It was coming from out back.
“Another school year has begun.” I’ve noticed that over the years, the meaning of that simple sentence has gone through some dramatic changes – at least for me. Whether those changes are good, is, well, open to interpretation.
As some may know, I was in a Forrest City Little Theatre production over the weekend. I sang, I acted a little bit. I did not dance.
I hope I’m not jinxing myself by mentioning this. And I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but something seems to be developing.
There was this wedding over the weekend that I had to attend. This was the second of two young women. I consider them the daughters I never had. Man, did I work hard to get them grown and married.
I’m going to try being a little more adventurous.
I remember when I was small, and my classmates and I would come back to school after an extended holiday, our teachers would have us write an essay on “What I Did on Summer Vacation” or “What I Did on Christmas Vacation.”
So, it’s June, and Forrest City’s budget is still operating on its 2015 figures. Because legally they had to adopt something even though they couldn’t agree on anything.