Back-to-School Snooze

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Here at our house, Monday was the first day of our last year of school. Our younger son started his senior year at Shasta High, and it was about as uneventful as such an event can be.

Younger son has always been (much, much) easier in the morning than his older brother. Once he’s pried out of bed, he’ll go through all the proper motions on his own and get out the door on time. His brother adopted the attitude that if he just ignored the whole “getting ready in the morning” thing, maybe the schools would shut down and he could stay home with his computer games.

Anyway, Monday was the first day of school, and I exhibited much more excitement than my son, the Senior in High School. I danced around his bed, wagging my tail and talking about a Brand New Year, then followed him to the kitchen and yakked some more while he slurped Frosted Flakes. He confidently put on his tie-dyed T-shirt and his beads and got into his car and drove off to school. And that was that.

After school, he reported that the first day went fine. Parking situation was fine. Class schedule was fine. Teachers seemed fine. Everything was fine. He reported this by phone, of course. He can’t come home after school. He’s got a car. He’s got places to go and people to see and computer games to play.

So the first day of school was a little anticlimactic for me, not nearly as exciting as the “morning scramble” I wrote about in a Home Front column a few years ago. Click here to read that piece. (Hey, we’re all about recycling, baby.)

  • Monday was also my first Monday Night Football of the new (pre)season, and it’s good to have the NFL back. Who won the game? Who cares? It’s the preseason. I can barely remember who was playing. I wandered off to a different channel at halftime. But I’m looking forward to the regular season. Me like de football.
  • Triple-digit weather is back, and forecasters say we’ll break 100 degrees in Redding each day through the rest of the workweek. A slight break (only into the 90s) is predicted for the weekend.
  • Mark Your Calendar for Thursday, Sept. 3, when The Dance Project hosts a reception/benefit called “An Evening at the McConnell Foundation.” Artistic Director James Santos and his dancers will be at the reception to mingle. Tickets are $45 and can be reserved by calling 226-6700.
  • The Dance Project will also be in a booth at this week’s MarketFest, the Thursday evening farmer’s market/kegger in Library Park. Musical entertainment this week is provided by funky Freekbass. Festivities begin at 5 p.m.

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2 Responses

  1. Avatar Budd Hodges says:

    Steve, Won't ya glad when they're grown and gone. But then, they keep coming back, in between divorces, loss of jobs and need money dear ol' Dad.

    What the hell, kids are a wonder. "I wonder what I'm gonna' do with that kid!

    Enjoy! ——— > Budd

  2. Avatar gamerjohn says:

    The end of the NFL game was actually very exciting. Carolina had just tied it and it looked like it would go into overtime. Then carolina's QB gets hit and fumbles the ball to a NY Giants lineman who rumbels 20 yasrd for a TD.