Its 3:30AM. I’ll bank on the last post to keep you interested to see what I write here until I’m good and ready to do a little more posting. I’ve got grandchildren for the next couple days and family visitors from outstate. I’m also in the middle of a small but fussy project to make my garage presentable. Claudia is tired of banging car doors into shovels and I think, after a quarter century its about time I paint some bare sheetrock. I really need more sleep. So, stay tuned.
As the amended title/headline says, it turns out this is just a prologue. I’ve added “Harry’s Diary” to the categories.
450 new visitors have perused this blog since I stopped adding posts four days ago. That meant that they plus probably an equal number of readers have read the previous post. That means that this school board member can be reasonably sure that a thousand folks have read that I was exposed to an STD by an older woman back in my collegiate years. I didn’t mean to part this particular post. Parking is what I call posts that are particularly telling when I don’t add to them so that my regular readers will be sure to catch the contents of a particular post. I didn’t plan to park the last post but I’m not particularly sorry I did. I’ve aimed with a grim determination to assure my readers of my “honesty.” I can’t think of many things that assure my transparency more than the revelation that I had sex before marriage and that it got me a shot to prevent a very nasty STD. I want my readers to conclude that if I’m willing to bear this personal detail that there won’t be much school board related stuff I’d be inclined to withhold. Ah, but I have been discrete. This may not continue for long.
I’ve got a good half dozen posts I’m eager to unload but once again that will have to wait. I’ll crank out Garbage in Garbage out tomorrow but I’ve got four or so things to type up afterwards which will delay adding any new posts till perhaps tomorrow night or Wednesday. The priorities include a resolution to ask for an accounting of the mysterious 27% of the cost of the Red Plan. The School Board is sure not to want the accounting but I’ll be asking for it anyway. The second, Art Johnston has agreed to type up. It is a return to a policy whereby two Board members can get an item placed on the agenda for discussion at a school board meeting. The next will be a letter to the Duluth Reader assuring then that I think Loren Martell’s version of the meeting we entertained the State Auditor’s staff is pretty much what I remembered it to have been like. This despite our chairman’s sober assessment of his report to have been a lie. Chair Miernicki sent in his rebuttal the week afterwards and poor Loren was a tad upset that his riposte was not allowed to follow up the drubbing the Chair handed him.
Here’s why I stopped writing four days ago. I’ve been busy. I’ve explained before that for this third term on the School Board I intend to put my family first. So, a couple days before my last post my father and brother in laws showed up for a visit. I spent much of the sunny days smearing joint compound on one half of my garage, my daughter started a new job as a teacher necessitating my becoming a grandson sitter, Con artists got into my computer requiring me to take it up to Best Buy’s Geek Squad for a three day check out, We spent a day picking and prepping thirteen pounds of blueberries, We went fishing with two small boys, oh, and Claudia and I celebrated our 40th Anniversary on Sunday by taking eight dozen cupcakes to church.
I know I could have taken a dip into blessed ignorance’s cesspool but, golly, its still summer. If the School Board is hellbent to let the ridiculous persecution of Art Johnston linger into the beginning of the school year and smell up autumn just like it smelled up summer, who am I to hurry the stench along. I’m getting pretty used to wearing clothespins on my nose. The cesspool has only robbed me of good night’s sleeps. I’ve had two good night’s worth over the past seven days. I’ll be waking up at 4AM to get my father-in-law off to Florida tomorrow morning. I’m hoping that having finally turned my attention back to the blog that this start on tomorrow’s “garbage” will get me one more good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s school board meeting. I could really use it.
I’ve got stories to tell that are far more harrowing than my pathetic visit to the Mankato State University Health Center to get a shot in my tush to forestall syphilis. Geez, I’m sixty-three years old! I can afford to show off a few blemishes. Its only saints that things to hide.
