In today’s amazing, flexible school environment, it’s possible for a mom like me to track two high school kids at three different schools.
No complaints, but that’s what co-oping, specialized instructional schools and open enrollment can turn into. We’re not the only family doing it.
Luckily, the kids are all old enough to know where they need to be and when they need to be there, but I still need help keeping it all straight. That means tracking the school calendar for three districts.
One son attends Sioux Falls’ amazing school for career and technical education for part of each morning so we’re technically parent’s of a Sioux Falls school kid when it comes to school breaks and for parent-teacher, open house events. It’s an entirely different calendar.
Both boys go to most of their classes at the small-town high school in the district where we live. But because we co-op with another nearby school’s wrestling program, the other son goes there so we follow that sport’s schedule.
We love the opportunities the crazy schedule allows. It’s good for the kids. But it just means the paper calendar tucked into my purse is crammed and full of print outs of various districts’ schedules. Add in another son’s college breaks and concert schedule plus the other things we do each month, and I can’t write small enough.
I’m sure I could use the reminder system on my phone, but the thing would be going off all the time. Plus, I’m still pen and paper tactile. I like the writing part of keeping track. And I like seeing the entire month at one time.
But let’s face it, I may need the help of technology. I’m way beyond relying on color-coding with Hi-lighter markers.
After all, modern times call for modern solutions. Or is the saying really, “desperate times call for desperate measures?” I think so.
But I really don’t have time to change my system at this point. I have to run out and look for spirit wear for a couple of new schools.
Lots of golfers are attached to the east nine at Elmwood Golf Course.
For the next year, they’ll have to play other holes while it is being dug up and redesigned so that the airport can extend its safety zone. It’s a pretty good compromise when you think about it. But that doesn’t mean that golfers won’t miss their friendly course and the large shade trees.
Mike Crane, president of the Sioux Falls Parks and Recreation board, was among the last people to play the ninth hole, where city officials had a press conference Monday to dig holes in the green, which is now brown because they cut water to it earlier. The ground was so hard that the holes were tough to dig, according to participants. But those are divots that nobody has to fill in, for once.
“Three years from now when we get done we will have a new Elmwood,” Crane said.
Sanford’s Pentagon opens next week for local sports programs and will host its first big-ticket games in October.
In a tour this morning, work on the facility looks close to completion in time for the Oct. 10 tip-off between the Minnesota Timberwolves and the Milwaukee Bucks.
Sure, there are murals to put up in each of four tunnels leading to the main Heritage Court, concession areas to finish, eight locker rooms to deck out and many more jobs that I’m probably not even aware of. They’re not popping the popcorn yet, but the official balls have arrived.
We’ll give you a peek with a story I’m writing for tomorrow’s newspaper. One thing that struck me is that the place is definitely designed for a classic basketball experience, the kind where you feel close to the action and a shareholder in the outcome.
"It’s all about fan and player experience," said Eric Larsen, general manager of the Sanford Sports Complex. "You’re never more than 19 rows away."
The Heritage court has that old-school look with high-tech amenities. You’ll see a lot of rich browns, from the parquet floor to wooden bleachers and brown chairs in the stands. Even the rusty industrial beams are covered with a product to make them appear to be wooden beams.
Here’s one other thing that struck me as fun, at least worthy of a quick photo — all the giant letters that spell Sanford waiting to go up on the buildings outside. Look for the full story in tomorrow’s paper or online at argusleader.com.
I dropped cookies, photography, welded items, a drawing and a pair of earrings off this morning so they could catch a ride to the State Fair.
The 4-H projects are among the purple-ribbon winning entries my boys decided to take to Huron. The local 4-H office hauls a trailer full of projects that Minnehaha kids worked hard on and did well with this year.
For our family, the projects represent close to 25 years of showing exhibits at the State Fair. Other than tradition, why do we do it? To represent ourselves, our club and our county at the state level. To show what a young person can do if they are allowed to learn and try things. To participate fully in an organization we find valuable.
To run an experiment on what happens to cookies in this heat?
Here’s a peek at the ‘Smores Cookies my youngest is sending. I hope they don’t have to stay in the trailer all night or they might be the melted ‘smores. Who needs a campfire in August?
My children are trying to rob me of my motherly rights.
With two high school boys this year, pictures on the first day of school are not allowed. Well, to be fair, one of them cooperated. The other had a melt-down fit when I snapped a few on my iPhone as he was getting into the pickup truck.
“You better not put those on Facebook,” he said.
“I don’t plan on it,” I told him.
It’s apparently not cool for high school boys to have moms who take first-day-of-school pictures. Because I’m so unconventional and the meanest mom in the world, I did so anyway.
I plan to continue to be annoying to my freshman, who finds everything I do quite horrible. I wonder if he has any idea how good I can be at torturing someone. Has he met me?
I also plan to be loving, a patient guide, a correctional officer, a nurse, a social worker, a cook, a caretaker, a miracle worker (have you seen those football practice clothes) and oh yeah, a photographer.
Maybe I’ll try for that second-day-of-school photo.
When I married and my husband and I moved to our acreage 23 years ago, one of the first things we did was plant a garden.
The second thing we did was start to preserve our bounty by canning green beans, tomatoes, salsa and more. Last night while waiting for peaches to process, I got out a diary I started shortly after we were married. It’s entries typically are just a list of how many of each vegetable, fruit, jam or freezer corn I put up that summer and fall. Sometimes, I wrote about the crops themselves or the weather conditions that affected our produce.
It’s easy to see that I have cut back in volume since those early entries, even though our family has expanded to include three sons, all over the age of 14. They can eat. A lot. I think the time I used to spend on canning now is spent being busy with them.
In 1996, when I was pregnant with our second baby I canned 27 pints of green beans, 27 pints of peaches, an unlisted amount of applesauce, 35 quarts of tomatoes, 9 pints of spaghetti sauce and nine pints of salsa, which was the last thing I did for the season on Sept. 29. I froze rhubarb, zucchini and corn.
I can’t believe we did all of that work, and I’m sure my husband helped me. It’s a project we enjoy doing together and each of us have our jobs.
It’s the details in the diary that are interesting to me, such as canning tomatoes on Aug. 21, 2010 on one of the hottest, most humid days of the summer. Some pages include new recipes I tried and how they tasted.
I’m not sure anyone but me would ever find this journal interesting. But it’s a fun snapshot of one aspect of my life as a rural wife and mother over the years. And maybe someday, someone will want that recipe for rhubarb-apricot jam or will laugh at this year’s entry which explains how both my husband and I bought tomato plants, not knowing the other had. We have 32 growing in our garden.
Let the canning begin.
I admit that I’m a sucker for penny school supplies.
I love picking up 1-cent notebooks or folders, even though I have a plastic tub full of them. It’s a guarantee that we’ll never run out in the next four years that I’ll have students in my house.
Sometimes I buy a bunch and give them to charity. Other times, the stash is used by my youngest son as doodle pads that allow him to spend hours drawing cars, trucks, motorcycles and self portraits.
Over a lunch break, I stopped at a store that advertised penny notebooks in this week’s flyer. You guessed it, they were out. They thought they would get more on Thursday or maybe Saturday.
Another store has them for 17 cents. That’s a huge difference, even though it is a great price, too. With a limit of six notebooks for a penny each, why does spending 96 cents more seem so wrong.
Let me put a pencil to that … as soon as I find a notebook.
I remember the state’s 100th anniversary, and I still have an empty Coca Cola bottle in my cupboard to commemorate the year.
But get this, the state is planning for its 125th. Next year! Yep, 2014.
Here’s a news announcement Gov. Dennis Daugaard put out today:
PIERRE, S.D. – Gov. Dennis Daugaard has appointed a nine-person commission to generate ideas for celebrating South Dakota’s 125th anniversary of statehood in 2014.
The group will seek ideas from the public between now and Oct. 1, 2013 on how to promote South Dakota’s history, increase tourism during the special year and encourage state and local events, such as all-school reunions. Its first meeting will be Wednesday, Aug. 14, 10 a.m. CDT, at the Visitors’ Center next to Capital Lake in Pierre.
They say time goes faster the older you get. Maybe. By the way, I use that pop bottle to hold my angel food cake pan upside to cool just like my mother did. I learned that years ago, way longer ago than 1989.
Here is the list of the commission members:
Jay Vogt, Pierre, current director of the State Historical Society
Dr. Brad Tennant, Aberdeen, associate professor of history at Presentation College and current president of the South Dakota Historical Society
Dr. David Wolff, Spearfish, Black Hills State University dean of the College of Liberal Arts, Western history specialist and author of Seth Bullock: Black Hills Lawman
Joyce Whiting, Porcupine, Oglala Sioux tribal historic preservation specialist
Representative Bernie Hunhoff, Yankton, publisher of South Dakota Magazine and member of the South Dakota House of Representatives
Representative Leslie Heinemann, Flandreau, dentist and member of the South Dakota House of Representatives
Yvonne Taylor, Presho, executive director of the South Dakota Municipal League
Jim Larson, Sioux Falls, former executive director of the 1989 Centennial Office
Shelley Stingley, Sioux Falls, former chair of the 1989 Centennial Commission
Three days until my boys will exhibit their 4-H projects at the Sioux Empire Fair Achievement Days. That clearly is not enough time.
There are cookies and bars to be baked. Photos to mount on foam board. Coats of varnish yet to be applied. Garden veggies to be picked, washed and sized. Cards to fill out, and probably a bunch of things that I am not evening thinking of at this point.
As a 4-Her myself as a kid and the mom of 4-Hers, this can become overly serious business if you let it. My oldest son has clearly reminded me not to worry about it if it doesn’t change to trajectory of our lives. He’s right.
But it’s also nice to see I’m not the only mother who wants so much for her children to do their best. Check out this woman’s blog. I can totally relate, and I think we could be good friends. Clearly, she could teach me a thing or two, and I love her revamp of the 4-H pledge, this one for moms like me.
South Dakota’s landscape is one of the prettiest this time of year.
Besides awe-inspiring sunsets, corn has tasseled and in Minnehaha County at least acres of fields of vibrant green stalks with golden tops provide a stunning view, especially when the crop fills the slightly rolling hills around here.
When you think about it, corn’s production is pretty complex. There are male and female parts. Tassels, pollen, silk, ears, kernels. It all has to work in a timely way with the best weather conditions and takes place at specific times. Drought and heat cause stress. But when it is all said and done, everything has to come together right to produce those tiny kernels on ears that add up to a bunch of feed for livestock and humans.
I was near Crooks this morning when pollination typically takes place. The weather was beautiful, and I had to take a picture.
Even though this is field corn and not sweet corn, think about the miracle of corn the next time you eat it off the cob, either straight down the row or in a circular motion, whichever you prefer.
And if you get a chance, take a drive in the country and look at the fields. It’s pretty inspiring.
The developing ear