Russ Batenhorst It’s a long, long way to Memorial Day

Whew, is it really Friday? I think I’ve said this before, but I think we’re at the end of the longest workweek of the year. And I don’t mean “so far.” I know we’re only 10 days into the New Year, so of course this would be the longest. I’m thinking long term.

I know, too, that I’m one of the lucky ones. For the most part, for me the workweek is five days long, Monday through Friday. There are lots of people who put in longer, harder days and longer, harder weeks, but why let facts like that get in the way of a good gripe session?

So, gripe I will.

Just look back at the calendar a little bit to see why this past week has been such a long one. It’s my first full workweek in some four weeks.

The last two weeks had the holidays right smack dab in the middle of them. And I burned an allotted day off the week before Christmas.

So there’s three straight weeks with less than a full five days at the office. Even then, there wasn’t much separation between Thanksgiving and my personal stretch of short weeks.

Thus, looking back — and looking ahead — makes this seem like the longest week of the year. Looking ahead, it’s a long time to Memorial Day. That’s my next scheduled weekday off. I’m sure I’ll manage to plug in a day or two along the way, though. I just need a good reason.


I know, maybe it will get so cold, that I can’t go to work. Nah, that would never happen, would it?

Wait a minute, it did for some. I have to be careful here not to slip into my “crabby-old-man” mode. But raise your hand out there if you reacted to the news of schools and businessrs closing because of the cold earlier this week with something along the lines of “they never did that when I was a kid!”

Yea, I know, the wind chills, if not just the plain ol’ temperature, were in the dangerous levels, but I’m pretty sure it gets cold around here most every year about this time.

I talked to a customer at work that day who’s in the feedlot business. He didn’t seem too disappointed that we never missed school for “cold days” when we were younger.

For him, he said if he woke up to news of no school due to cold weather, the next sound he would hear would be his dad telling him to get his coat on and come out and help him with some chores.

Not that I didn’t think about it. With schools and other services deciding to lay low on Monday, I couldn’t help but think this might be my chance.

I could call the boss and say I’m too concerned about the dangers of the wind chills to come to work. I’m thinking he would have had a question or two for me though.

Like, “Does the heater in your car still work? Is there a windshield in your car? Have you heard something about the furnace being broken at work that I haven’t?”

You know, simple things like that. Outside exposure at my work doesn’t consist of much more than if I volunteer to walk the 50 yards to the mailbox.

I guess I’ll have to come up with something else to squeeze in another short workweek. State tournaments will be here before you know it.


I keep finding out the hard way that I can’t give up my day job. Once again I participated in two bowl game pools — for recreational purposes only, of course — for the just completed college football bowl season.

Both pools gave out “ribbons” to those in the top four when it was all over. In both, I tied for fourth, only to lose out when tiebreaker protocols were invoked.

I guess it serves me right that in one of them, the person who aced me out picked Nebraska to win their game and I, well, didn’t.

But I really did enjoy the Husker win. I’d like to think it was Ball State that messed it up for me.

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