Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, January 15, 1968
Today it was nice again, getting up to about 35 degrees. The snow melted a little more. I hope the good weather continues until the rest of this darned white stuff skips the country and the ice goes off.
I piled out at 6:00 again this morning (my five o'clock record is really going ka-pooie!) We ate breakfast and then I polished both pairs of boots until time to head down the road to school.
We made it to town, mailed a letter, and stopped a minute at Grandma's. We reached band practice just a little bit late, but with a small "membership" they can't very well start without you.
The morning went by without too much of a strain. We practiced our play and goofed off mostly. One highlight occurred when John got to feeling his oats and slaughtered a "line." He was supposed to say, "Charlie, drink your tea!" Instead he blurted out, "Charlie, put out that cigarette and drink your beer!" Man, I thought Mrs. Jess was going to burst a blood vessel. She puckered up into the worst frown you ever saw and turned redder than a beet. "You really thought that was smart, didn't you?" she growled, and the whole class burst into a general chuckle.
The dinner bell rang and everyone stampeded for the lunch line. "Sloppy Joes," corn, peaches, and the ever-present milk made up the menu. Maggie Harner really knows how to turn out good dinners.
Book reports occupied English class, but I don't know what I got for a grade. A tough assignment was piled on in Driver's Ed, but no one seemed to have the urge to do anything about it. McKay got around to grading my semester test in that subject, and I pulled through with a 99%.
At 2:00, all students in grades 7-12 that wanted to, went to Martin and attended "Operation Pitfall." Five convicts from the South Dakota State Penitentiary at Sioux Falls gave talks on "what not to do if you want to lead a successful life." This program was pretty good, and it got us out of a little school.
Sandra, Sybil, and I got the mail, groceries, and some spark plugs, and then came on home. The guys from Midwest Furniture were here when we got home. They had been here all day, laying carpet, carting in furniture, hanging a mirror, etc.
I changed my duds, grabbed a sandwich, and went out to help Lloyd fix a little fence. Since it was so nice, I ditched my long-johns, took my hat out of "storage," and tried out my gloves again instead of those hard-to-maneuver mittens. This all felt fine and really boosted my morale. Along with my polished work boots, I almost felt like a million dollars. We fixed the fence, did up chores, and came in to supper.
It has taken me about two hours to write this, as I keep getting called to help move furniture.
Today it was nice again, getting up to about 35 degrees. The snow melted a little more. I hope the good weather continues until the rest of this darned white stuff skips the country and the ice goes off.
I piled out at 6:00 again this morning (my five o'clock record is really going ka-pooie!) We ate breakfast and then I polished both pairs of boots until time to head down the road to school.
We made it to town, mailed a letter, and stopped a minute at Grandma's. We reached band practice just a little bit late, but with a small "membership" they can't very well start without you.
The morning went by without too much of a strain. We practiced our play and goofed off mostly. One highlight occurred when John got to feeling his oats and slaughtered a "line." He was supposed to say, "Charlie, drink your tea!" Instead he blurted out, "Charlie, put out that cigarette and drink your beer!" Man, I thought Mrs. Jess was going to burst a blood vessel. She puckered up into the worst frown you ever saw and turned redder than a beet. "You really thought that was smart, didn't you?" she growled, and the whole class burst into a general chuckle.
The dinner bell rang and everyone stampeded for the lunch line. "Sloppy Joes," corn, peaches, and the ever-present milk made up the menu. Maggie Harner really knows how to turn out good dinners.
Book reports occupied English class, but I don't know what I got for a grade. A tough assignment was piled on in Driver's Ed, but no one seemed to have the urge to do anything about it. McKay got around to grading my semester test in that subject, and I pulled through with a 99%.
At 2:00, all students in grades 7-12 that wanted to, went to Martin and attended "Operation Pitfall." Five convicts from the South Dakota State Penitentiary at Sioux Falls gave talks on "what not to do if you want to lead a successful life." This program was pretty good, and it got us out of a little school.
Sandra, Sybil, and I got the mail, groceries, and some spark plugs, and then came on home. The guys from Midwest Furniture were here when we got home. They had been here all day, laying carpet, carting in furniture, hanging a mirror, etc.
I changed my duds, grabbed a sandwich, and went out to help Lloyd fix a little fence. Since it was so nice, I ditched my long-johns, took my hat out of "storage," and tried out my gloves again instead of those hard-to-maneuver mittens. This all felt fine and really boosted my morale. Along with my polished work boots, I almost felt like a million dollars. We fixed the fence, did up chores, and came in to supper.
It has taken me about two hours to write this, as I keep getting called to help move furniture.