MY SUN DAY NEWS
Polling women at a women’s luncheon social, Mary Lou Dorgan found that “Only two ladies and I have gone to the [Sun City] website. All three of us had trouble signing in. I never could, even though I had to change my password. One lady had trouble finding the resident directory. She also thought it was harder to maneuver through it. One had trouble locating the site for modifications.”
Fifteen years ago, Route 47 and Mill Street in Huntley was the community’s little league baseball headquarters. Kids played games there, but most of the time the site was quiet.
Now, Huntley is expanding and changing everywhere, and the long-vacant 17-acre site near the village’s town square may get in on the action.
The relay for Life of Huntley-Marengo is being held on June 9 from 4 p.m. to 10 p.m. at the Huntley Park District Rec Center at 12015 Mill Street, Huntley. The Sun City team volunteers are working hard to raise funds for the Fight Against Cancer.
A 51-year-old Sun City resident was killed May 21 in a two-car traffic crash at or near the intersection of Algonquin and Haligus Roads in Huntley, police said.
As seniors, Sun City residents are privy to what seems like a constant barrage of health news. But making simple and easy-to-follow daily choices, which affect our mental and physical wellbeing, doesn’t have to be that complicated.
What, you might ask, is a Participation Party? According to Bonnie Spasojevich, it’s “an event to showcase volunteer opportunities and charter clubs” as advertised by the Sun City Activity Committee.
What, you might ask, is a Participation Party?
According to Bonnie Spasojevich, it’s “an event to showcase volunteer opportunities and charter clubs” as advertised by the Sun City Activity Committee.
“Make your bed,” Mom said every morning, immune to any common-sense argument I might offer: “But Mom, it’ll just get messed up again tonight.” “Make your bed.”
“Make your bed,” Mom said every morning, immune to any common-sense argument I might offer:
“But Mom, it’ll just get messed up again tonight.”
“Make your bed.”
It was a dark and stormy Saturday afternoon, and Jim and I had an intense craving for Chinese food, but we didn’t want to venture far from home. We drove up to what we thought was a new restaurant with shiny brand new signage. We were, as Confucius would say, confused because the front window had the old restaurant’s website on it, and the welcome mat also had the old restaurant’s name on it.
I am the main caregiver for a family member, and I can oversee her care even though I work full time. Recently, her care needs have changed, and I have found myself spending more time on the phone and trying to manage appointments and other issues while at work. I feel pulled in so many directions, plus I have guilt of taking care of personal issues on company time.
The doors on our kitchen and bathroom cabinets don’t self-close any more. Our house is an original Del Webb house built in 2001. The hinges are Amerock and they have a flat spring steel spring built into the hinge that closes the door. The spring no longer is strong enough to close the door, and some of them are broken.
How many of you remember what was going on in June 1977? I, for one, can’t forget, that’s the month my wife Annamarie and I were married. And coincidentally that was the month of the premiere of the first and (most assuredly the best) Star Wars movie. That my new wife and I saw it while on our honeymoon may or may not be ironic, but it was special.
Roses and hydrangeas are the two plant types for which I consistently asked questions. I don’t think it is an exaggeration to say that every day during the spring and summer someone asks me a question about either Endless Summer Hydrangeas or Knockout Roses.
A fire that was aggravated and spread by a gusty and unpredictable wind destroyed two homes in Sun City’s Neighborhood 36 on Sunday, May 6. It also damaged a third house and destroyed or damaged several cars parked at the fire scene.
The Sun Day is just over eight years old, and since day one, I’ve adhered to a very strict, personal code in which I won’t disclose my leanings on politics, faith, or social issues because I don’t want my beliefs clouding the Sun Day’s objectivity. I have slipped and left behind clues, and a very astute reader of Happy Trails may be able to determine my personal views, but for the most part, I’ve maintained my anonymity. All in the sake of objective journalism.
On a June morning at dawn, some 700 cyclists will gather in the cool morning light in Boston, ready to embark on a 3-day, 270-mile charity cycling event that raises money for ALS research. Among the eager cyclists will be Sun City resident Bob Higgins, age 66, ready for his fourth consecutive year of participating in the Tri-State Trek, which begins at Boston College and concludes in Greenwich, Conn.
On a June morning at dawn, some 700 cyclists will gather in the cool morning light in Boston, ready to embark on a 3-day, 270-mile charity cycling event that raises money for ALS research.
Among the eager cyclists will be Sun City resident Bob Higgins, age 66, ready for his fourth consecutive year of participating in the Tri-State Trek, which begins at Boston College and concludes in Greenwich, Conn.
My new driver’s license will arrive in the mail any day now, and like any official government document these days, it will be a blend of lies, concessions, confessions and near misses.
Jordan Debbink, Special Events & Volunteer Coordinator for the Pioneer Center, stated the hard truth: “Funding for helping the homeless and hungry isn’t getting any better. We had an idea and desire to connect with the fine arts community that live in our county. This idea evolved into our art auction with pieces of art from the community.”
When a loved one is in the process of recovering from a serious surgery or another debilitating illness, such as a stroke, important decisions must be made almost immediately.
All right, Sun City gardeners, you wanted spring, it’s here. Now, you have to plant. One way to learn more about plants and plant care is available at the University of Illinois Extension McHenry County Master Gardeners’ plant sale.
As the houses in Sun City get older, and lubricant on door hinges dries up, they start to squeak.
In less than 7 days I will hug my daughter, Mary, for the first time in 4 months. She has spent the last semester studying abroad in London. Over the course of those four long months, she has stood in awe among the rocks at Stonehenge, explored the Catacombs in Paris, eaten octopus from the city market in Barcelona, and walked along the shores of Sardinia, Italy.
Before I moved to Del Webb, I attempted to get rid of a lot of “stuff.” Once I somewhat settled in here, I found I still have so much to get rid. I don’t know where to begin or how to put things in order. I feel overwhelmed. How do people do it?
We received a very interesting letter, from a very interesting person, about a very interesting restaurant. The letter was from Pierre Pollin. If his name does not sound familiar, allow us to enlighten you.
There was a palpable excitement during the entire opening day game for the Coyotes as they took on the Monarchs. “Yea Poppa! Yea Poppa!” screamed little Chelsea Kick, cheering on her Grandfather Chuck Martin. Her cheering might have been a catalyst for Martin, as he was 5 for 5 in the nine-inning game; two of those hits were home runs in the 5th and 7th inning.
There was a palpable excitement during the entire opening day game for the Coyotes as they took on the Monarchs.
“Yea Poppa! Yea Poppa!” screamed little Chelsea Kick, cheering on her Grandfather Chuck Martin. Her cheering might have been a catalyst for Martin, as he was 5 for 5 in the nine-inning game; two of those hits were home runs in the 5th and 7th inning.
The headline reads simply – “Huntley: If we’re next, we’re ready.” It sits starkly above an editorial in the March issue of “The Voice,” a student-produced publication at Huntley High School. The editorial is not about an upcoming athletic contest, or next week’s science fair.
The headline reads simply – “Huntley: If we’re next, we’re ready.”
It sits starkly above an editorial in the March issue of “The Voice,” a student-produced publication at Huntley High School. The editorial is not about an upcoming athletic contest, or next week’s science fair.
I’m not quite sure when or why I become one of those people. You know, the ones you see at summer parties holding a colorful can of water, like a prop, a necessary part of their personal ensemble. Sparkling water isn’t a drink, it’s a lifestyle, they might say.
The license plate holder is back on my car, framing the plate with a message to tell the world everything they need to know about me. Not that it’s necessary. Facebook and the Russians already know.
The license plate holder is back on my car, framing the plate with a message to tell the world everything they need to know about me.
Not that it’s necessary. Facebook and the Russians already know.
Around Sun City’s lodges, we see the beautiful art of creating: painting, sculptures of ceramic and clay, and even glass are a part of the wide range of media that artists use – but what about toothpicks? Cesar Vega, a Peruvian-American resident of Sun City, uses the skills of an architect and the vision of an artist, to create intricate toothpick replicas.
Around Sun City’s lodges, we see the beautiful art of creating: painting, sculptures of ceramic and clay, and even glass are a part of the wide range of media that artists use – but what about toothpicks?
Cesar Vega, a Peruvian-American resident of Sun City, uses the skills of an architect and the vision of an artist, to create intricate toothpick replicas.
You cannot help but shudder when you hear the “C” word. Everyone reacts differently to hearing the news, and friends are sometimes at loss for words. “We are here to raise funds to get rid of this terrible disease,” said Deb Oaks, a Relay For Life coordinator for an event in Huntley Park on June 9. “Our goal is $48,000 this year.”
You cannot help but shudder when you hear the “C” word.
Everyone reacts differently to hearing the news, and friends are sometimes at loss for words.
“We are here to raise funds to get rid of this terrible disease,” said Deb Oaks, a Relay For Life coordinator for an event in Huntley Park on June 9. “Our goal is $48,000 this year.”
Greeting cards, it seems, are becoming passé in an era of texts, Facebook birthday posts, and tweets. Lisa Burton Bradford still believes in sending those cards in the mail, but she designs and makes them herself. “I have been stamping since 1990. There are no mistakes when you make your own cards. They are all unique and you can always fix what you don’t like,” she said.
Greeting cards, it seems, are becoming passé in an era of texts, Facebook birthday posts, and tweets.
Lisa Burton Bradford still believes in sending those cards in the mail, but she designs and makes them herself.
“I have been stamping since 1990. There are no mistakes when you make your own cards. They are all unique and you can always fix what you don’t like,” she said.
