It's an exciting but bittersweet week at the Dalton house. We're packing and getting ready to move Ethan to his new apartment in Minneapolis.
He's ready to start spreading his wings; he needs to get out on his own. Is he ready? I think so. Are we ready? Absolutely not!
Mary and I adopted him way back in 1997, but it seems like only yesterday. We've been working toward this goal from day one, but now that it's near, I don't want him to go.
I'll miss having him around, despite the trials and tribulations of the past 17 years. The big question now: who takes out the garbage? I'm assuming me.
We never would have made it this far without the great support of the CF school district and its wonderful staff. They've been so supportive of Ethan, and us, and he wouldn't have turned out as well as he did without that support.
Another exciting event this week: the Cannon Valley Fair. I'll make my usual trek to enjoy the sights and sounds, and the food, of course.
I have great memories of the fair - it seemed so much bigger when I was a kid! I remember my grandma and grandpa Dalton used to give us money every year, and I remember them coming with us one night and we spent it all on the ring toss game, trying to win a big glass bottle of Coke. My dad was a big fan of the crank game, which I don't think is around anymore.
I even got hired to work a game one year, around sixth grade. It was the milk can toss, where three milk cans would be in a pyramid shape and you'd try to knock them all down with a softball. The bottom two were so filled with lead I could hardly lift them!
Is construction season nearly over? It seems everytime I drive into town I see more barricades and bright orange cones.
We're patiently waiting for the County Road 24 project to finish up. It seems like it's taking forever, but having a front-row seat to the construction, I'm amazed at how much dirt can be moved in one day!
I wasn't real thrilled when I learned that the new county road would run through a field in front of our house, but as it gets closer to conclusion, I'm really glad I won't have to cross through the 24/52 stoplights anymore. I wonder how much of my life I've spent waiting for the lights to change.
When was the last time the Beacon published without one letter to the editor? I know I can't remember it ever happening, but it did last week. We need Doc Molenaar to get back to town.