Oh, what a month it's been.
By its nature, May is always a busy one from the newspaper side, as many groups and organizations have their banquets, meaning I get temporary reprieves from having to solve the million dollar what's-for-lunch-or-dinner question as I find myself in eat-and-report mode.
That suits both my indecisiveness and appetite well.
It's a month where there's no shortage of places to go or things to do, including attending graduation ceremonies.
I can't believe another school year is history, that area schools have produced another batch of graduates. Yikes!
Better Half and I headed to Weir High School to attend its graduation ceremony where granddaughter Katie Licause finished third in her class.
Congratulations to her, but I could have sworn this young lady just started grade school. Where did that time go?
I thought how incredibly young everyone looked in their caps and gowns, an assessment that took me back to my own high school graduation when I assumed we all looked so mature and adultlike as we listened to speeches about starting a new chapter in our lives and how we'll face challenges.
Speaking of challenges, my sister Cathy and I keep saying "yes" despite questionable degrees of readiness to running in the 36th-annual Ogden Newspapers Half Marathon Classic in Wheeling over the Memorial Day holiday weekend.
I use the verb "running" very loosely here. Maybe chugging or plodding is the better choice.
This has been our sister tradition for many years, something our spouses are unsuccessful at talking us out of even on those years like this one when weather conditions were hot and humid. Quite brutal.
But we did it, making our way through the Friendly City be it ever so slowly and sweaty.
About halfway through when I realized that I once again was not in contention for receiving any prize money, this thought occurred to me: I have paid money to "run" a long way in very hot weather on a Saturday morning when I could have slept in.
It's not easy being me.
I have to say I'm disappointed the race no longer begins with the playing of the theme song from "Rocky," which really pumped me up for at least the first of the 13 miles.
I've got to blame something on my poor showing. "Yo, Adrian."
Memorial Day brought another year for involvement in our church breakfast in the pre-parade hours.
As a helper at this event, I feel as if I have five arms and none of them can work fast enough to pour orange juice and coffee for patrons. I have no calling to be a waitress under busy conditions. I'd say I am best suited for the decorating part of the breakfast, blowing up red, white and blue balloons given my vast personal reserve of hot air.
The day included participating in the parade with the church float, then switching hats to report on the ceremony at Richmond Union Cemetery where I thought fellow JUHS classmate Coleen Scott Wickham did a fine job delivering the address.
So now it's June already, the month that marks the halfway point for 2012.
Onward and upward we go.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)