It's November. And if you're reading this on Saturday, Nov. 4, then I'm likely sitting inside the student center at RHS, watching hundreds of people who come calling for this annual event each and every year on the first Saturday of November. The RHS Choir sponsors this Arts and Crafts show each year. This year marks the third year Andre and I have participated. I've never really shared with you the process of how our three books came to be nor have you been given insight into various pages from the three books. I thought perhaps this would be an appropriate time to do so.
You know what separates dogs from cats? Let me enlighten you. Dogs care. Dogs warn us when rough patches are going to happen. We hear "Ruff, Ruff!" They're saying, "Look out. Rough times ahead. Be careful!" Yup. That's what dogs do. Cats, though, couldn't care less about rough times for their owners. All this time we think they've been saying, "Meow." That's not what I'm hearing. I'm hearing, "Now!" Not "Meow." "Now!" Yup. That's the difference between dogs and cats. And that's how I'm starting this week's column about my cat, Willy.
I think it's beginning to happen. I'm losing touch with my former place of employment. Yup! Another retiree who has one less year of retirement under her belt sent me a text on Thursday night, indicating the need to be smiling because we weren't at conferences. Sure enough. It was time for the first round of conferences already and I never even gave them a thought. I must be slipping away from that experience. However, her text sent me reminiscing as I thought about what conferences meant and how they changed very little over the years.
As I'm writing this, the clock is ticking down on the baseball season. As you're reading this, we're in October and autumn is in full force. The Twins landed a spot in post-season play, but my Brewers will have to wait until next year. Of course, if they should win their four remaining games and the Colorado Rockies lose their three remaining games, they'd be in as the second wild card team as well. I am not, however, holding my breath for such a miracle.
It's been nearly a week now since Rosemount High School celebrated its 100th anniversary. The excitement of the event has subsided. I thought I was done writing about this topic. However, after being at RHS for nearly 12 hours, I realized returning to the topic one final time was a must.
Once again, it's nearly the end of homecoming week at Rosemount High School, and this year it's ending with the Centennial Celebration and football game at 5 p.m. Saturday. By the time I retired, homecoming had drastically changed from when I first arrived. From what I heard from other high schools, student apathy regarding the traditional homecoming week had impacted efforts to make it a memorable week. I was always saddened that this yearly event changed because I loved homecoming when I was a student. Autumn arrives and I always remember fondly my homecoming years as a teen.
If you're reading this on Thursday or Friday, Sept. 14 or 15, or before 4:30 p.m. on Sept. 16, you've still got time. If you're reading this after 5 p.m. Saturday, why aren't you with us? It's the 28th Rosemount High School Marching Band Festival. Seventeen bands will be in attendance, and this promises to be the one of the biggest and best festivals ever in our stadium. I should know because I've been there for all of them, microphone in hand. I'll be there again this year, fully ready to walk you through a cavalcade of music and performances on the field by talented teenagers.