grad night
Well I just got back from cleaning up the rink after the festivities. As a grade nine mum, we did the lunch after the ceremony, cheese and crackers, ice tea, water, coffee and cookies. Bruce made 30 doz. cookies. Last year they ate almost that many but this year maybe only half. We decided probably because they are twice the size of most people's cookies. This year we bought 2/3 of the crackers as last year, and still had lots left over. People want the cheese but not the crackers. I think we probably used about thirty five dollars worth of cheese. The left overs go out to the grad party anyway.
I have been tired all day, told my co-workers this a.m. that I was tired and cranky so a good day to work on the desk, hey? so one of them bought me coffee....I don't drink coffee as a rule, but anyway either the sugar or the caffeine perked me up. By the time I got home I was stiff and still tired. Just wanted to lie down. Now it is five hours since I left home, and I am likely too wired to go to bed.
B is not home yet from his jazz festival. I was told he would be home when he gets home. I hope he doesn't have to work tommorrow. Luckily I only work 1-6 although I had a lot I was going to do in the a.m. I suspect that some of that will now involve sleeping in, fetching children and hopefully getting some banking done.
My babies are at the party: my youngest, who to my knowledge has never had a drink in her life, has been sent off with alka-pop (coolers and hard lemonade) which I am glad they did not have when I was her age, or I could have easily been a drunk. I am so glad that I hated rye and beer, the main things available when I was in high school. I know I have to trust her to be responsible. I have to know that my kids will experiment. And trust them....that I have taught them the best I could and hope that they were listening. Her big sister spent one night as the designated hair holder at a similar event and never got too involved with alcohol after that. Although as a young adult she seems to be going to the bar a lot with her co-workers....I think teachers and cops are hard drinkers....
My son is smitten with a new girl, who is just turned 16 maybe yesterday, making her six months older than his little sister. This is the same boy who always figured anyone his sisters age was pond scum. Just so happens this one likes the same music he does, plays about five instruments and seems to be very pretty and smart. I suppose it might help him get over his melancholy. Losing two friends in 6 weeks is very harsh for anyone. I worry about the fall, but I am trying to look at this as a summer romance and no more. He is already worrying about having a relationship with someone in another city when he goes back to school....My son, sigh, seems to bounce quite easily into relationships. I think it is good to play the field, but I confess I was happy that he seemed to have given up having a girlfriend for awhile. He seemed to realize you can have relationships with girls that are not necessarily your girlfriend. oh well, what it is to be nineteen at the start of a hot summer....they are supposed to be the best days of your life.
Anyhoo, I expect I will have to fetch them at some point. I guess they give out report cards in the a.m, what a dumb idea. I think in the future they will mail them. I know some of those teachers are just getting home now too. I have never been able to see the sense in going back for half an hour to get their report cards. They already have all their stuff cleaned out. All the high school kids will be just getting to bed if they have been at the party.
Some of us mums tonight think there is enough of us to swing the vote for a dry grad for three years from now when our kids graduate. It was great for my oldest, but I know my son's grade it never would have worked. I don't condone feeding alcohol to minors, but I believe that they will drink and party at grad regardless, so it is better to provide the controlled environment that we do than having them go off on their own like our generation did. Still, I vote for dry grads. They have the rest of their life to drink. I call it the great Saskatchewan disease. NOthing else to do so go get drunk. My kids, none of them, like to dance. There are no dances here. They don't know what they are missing. Once they have licenses, they go to the city to bowl or go to movies, but before that, there is nothing here for them. I hate to think of those boys in my daughter's grade turning from little boys, to young teenagers to drunken slobs, but I suppose some of them will. It's funny, like smoking. We have known for decades how bad it is for you, and kids are still doing it to be cool.
Sometimes I think humans are really really dumb. We never learn. Or at least, not enough, not quick enough.
Well the man is home, had a great time. Guess we will chill out and relax so we can go to bed..It is after one am. and he has to get up at 6....(better he than me...)
Goodnight all, I am thankful tonight for little towns, where everyone pulls together and weeps a little and laughs a little in support of each other. It was an emotional night. I have always said the worst thing about little towns is that everybody knows everything about you and the best thing about little towns is that everybody knows everything about you....(actually they only THINK they do!) We really have known some remarkable people during our married life. I don't regret not living in the city. Not that we don't know lots of great city folk too. Maybe it has to do with the weather in Canada, everyone against the winter...good old prairie pulling together.
Okay definately time to go. This is way too long again! Take care, D
I have been tired all day, told my co-workers this a.m. that I was tired and cranky so a good day to work on the desk, hey? so one of them bought me coffee....I don't drink coffee as a rule, but anyway either the sugar or the caffeine perked me up. By the time I got home I was stiff and still tired. Just wanted to lie down. Now it is five hours since I left home, and I am likely too wired to go to bed.
B is not home yet from his jazz festival. I was told he would be home when he gets home. I hope he doesn't have to work tommorrow. Luckily I only work 1-6 although I had a lot I was going to do in the a.m. I suspect that some of that will now involve sleeping in, fetching children and hopefully getting some banking done.
My babies are at the party: my youngest, who to my knowledge has never had a drink in her life, has been sent off with alka-pop (coolers and hard lemonade) which I am glad they did not have when I was her age, or I could have easily been a drunk. I am so glad that I hated rye and beer, the main things available when I was in high school. I know I have to trust her to be responsible. I have to know that my kids will experiment. And trust them....that I have taught them the best I could and hope that they were listening. Her big sister spent one night as the designated hair holder at a similar event and never got too involved with alcohol after that. Although as a young adult she seems to be going to the bar a lot with her co-workers....I think teachers and cops are hard drinkers....
My son is smitten with a new girl, who is just turned 16 maybe yesterday, making her six months older than his little sister. This is the same boy who always figured anyone his sisters age was pond scum. Just so happens this one likes the same music he does, plays about five instruments and seems to be very pretty and smart. I suppose it might help him get over his melancholy. Losing two friends in 6 weeks is very harsh for anyone. I worry about the fall, but I am trying to look at this as a summer romance and no more. He is already worrying about having a relationship with someone in another city when he goes back to school....My son, sigh, seems to bounce quite easily into relationships. I think it is good to play the field, but I confess I was happy that he seemed to have given up having a girlfriend for awhile. He seemed to realize you can have relationships with girls that are not necessarily your girlfriend. oh well, what it is to be nineteen at the start of a hot summer....they are supposed to be the best days of your life.
Anyhoo, I expect I will have to fetch them at some point. I guess they give out report cards in the a.m, what a dumb idea. I think in the future they will mail them. I know some of those teachers are just getting home now too. I have never been able to see the sense in going back for half an hour to get their report cards. They already have all their stuff cleaned out. All the high school kids will be just getting to bed if they have been at the party.
Some of us mums tonight think there is enough of us to swing the vote for a dry grad for three years from now when our kids graduate. It was great for my oldest, but I know my son's grade it never would have worked. I don't condone feeding alcohol to minors, but I believe that they will drink and party at grad regardless, so it is better to provide the controlled environment that we do than having them go off on their own like our generation did. Still, I vote for dry grads. They have the rest of their life to drink. I call it the great Saskatchewan disease. NOthing else to do so go get drunk. My kids, none of them, like to dance. There are no dances here. They don't know what they are missing. Once they have licenses, they go to the city to bowl or go to movies, but before that, there is nothing here for them. I hate to think of those boys in my daughter's grade turning from little boys, to young teenagers to drunken slobs, but I suppose some of them will. It's funny, like smoking. We have known for decades how bad it is for you, and kids are still doing it to be cool.
Sometimes I think humans are really really dumb. We never learn. Or at least, not enough, not quick enough.
Well the man is home, had a great time. Guess we will chill out and relax so we can go to bed..It is after one am. and he has to get up at 6....(better he than me...)
Goodnight all, I am thankful tonight for little towns, where everyone pulls together and weeps a little and laughs a little in support of each other. It was an emotional night. I have always said the worst thing about little towns is that everybody knows everything about you and the best thing about little towns is that everybody knows everything about you....(actually they only THINK they do!) We really have known some remarkable people during our married life. I don't regret not living in the city. Not that we don't know lots of great city folk too. Maybe it has to do with the weather in Canada, everyone against the winter...good old prairie pulling together.
Okay definately time to go. This is way too long again! Take care, D
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