“Spare yourself” is probably the operative phrase while I’m suffering from restless mind syndrome. That’s a syndrome of my own naming if you had any doubt. I recommended that my readers spare themselves rather than reading a very recent post and I should have said the same about the last rant. My Buddy sent me an email with the phrase “incoherent” in his text but I haven’t the energy to read it. I don’t quite have the energy to be any more coherent now just after Ten when my mind is reeling like I remember it doing on the limited occasions back in college where I’d had too much to drink. So once again I advise you to spare yourself from reading any further.
The salient feature of today for me was the seven hours under a bright fall sun I spent working on a Habitat for Humanity project. Some folks from my Presbyterian Church and some from Temple Israel went over to Superior to rip off skirting around a mobile home and replace it with newer skirting. I spent the last four hours on my knees, at the height of the skirting replacing it and the last half of that lying in the mud under a porch trying to continue the process while lying on my side. I had completely forgotten that I’d promised to do this work.
I’d woken up early and wrote a two and a half page letter to the Superintendent. Its one tough letter. Like Lincoln I’ll probably just toss it in the trash tomorrow. I wrote it because at yesterday’s Human Resources meeting one of the Superintendent’s key subordinates suggested that if any Board members had some expectation of the Superintendent we ought to bring it to him. That was a good suggestion brought about by our discussion of the School Board’s evaluation of the same. I haven’t had a meeting with the soon-to-be Doctor Gronseth since the night last June before six terrible allegations were leveled against Art Johnston. I shouldn’t need a letter. I’m quite capable of being straight forward with the Superintendent in person.
That fairly careful writing taxed me enough that I lay down to clear my head for the next task of the day. Except that I got a call from my congregation wondering where I was as they were about to fix up a home in Cheese head land. We didn’t finish but we made a good start. I had to leave at three in the afternoon to wash myself up (including a layer of dog doo doo) before attending the Board’s Education Committee meeting. I was nearly comatose through it and I had to stand up a couple times to stop cramps from seizing up my thigh.
I got home in time to fix dinner for Claudia who was returning from a couple days at United Theological Seminary. I checked the phone and discovered I’d received a call from a reporter for the East High Newspaper. (I just put in an order for a subscription.) She wanted to know how much East got out of the recent passage of the increased operational levy. I made a quick calculation on Sunday’s Funny paper and returned a message urging her to call me tonight before tomorrow’s story deadline.
When we finally made contact I had her laughing quite a bit but considering how addled I was and still am it was probably because I was a pretty pathetic proof of Twain’s general assessment of school boards. I did ask the reporter if she knew East’s representative on the School Board, Paul Manning, who sits beside me during the Board meetings. Apparently the two are an item. (That’s an old phrase from back in the day) I told her to tell Paul that I could never forgive him for having a better grasp of Parliamentary procedure than any of us elected School Board members. Then I told her I was sorry that he had to spend four or five hours with us that he could put to much better use.
Yeah, and about that incoherent rant of mine. I must have a weakness for Buddy bait. Some people do pulltabs, some people do meth, some are sex addicts or smoke nicotine. I just leap at the chance to argue with folks who send me emails I find fault with. Sometimes, like now, I do it when I’m punch drunk from too little sleep. I’ll bet I was incoherent. Still am. Time for bed.
