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April 29, 2005

Grampa Again

I hate to sound like Chicken Little or Henny Penny, but Grampa is in the hospital again.

He went home on Saturday. Daddy visited on Wednesday and it seemed as though everything was okay, I think. But it seems that Grampa isn't really eating anything, isn't drinking much of anything and so isn't eliminating either. (I know, more information than you wanted to know.) He is confused, but that is hard to notice. Yesterday the doctor ordered a purgative and Grampa threw it up, so he is getting dehydrated. So they had Gramma bring him in. I don't really know what the prognosis is.

April 27, 2005

The Difference Between

The difference between me and your father is that when we both have to be at school at 8 am, he leaves at ten past seven. I leave at ten of eight. . .

and we both think we are on time.

PS. Grampa is back from the hospital. Life is back to normal.

April 24, 2005

Most Recent News

Grampa.

I'm not sure what to report. He was admitted to the hospital on Thursday and diagnosed with an obstructed bowel.

This is something that could be serious or not very. I mean, it is important that it be treated because this can kill you, but depending on the source of the obstruction the cure can be relatively simple, if uncomfortable. It seems that Grampa's obstruction comes from impaction (more details than you probably want to know) and they are dealing with it, though he has developed a fever. I am getting all my information from Gramma so I am afraid it isn't terribly reliable. She didn't go visit him on Saturday because of the weather (snow) and was going to go after church today, but the weather isn't any better.

That's about all the news that isn't from Lake Wobegone. Any questions?

April 17, 2005

A Week in the Life

Well, this was a week. Last Saturday, I read in the News-Herald that President Bush would be visiting Lakeland the following week. When we got to work on Monday, there were loads of rumors flying around about the visit but nothing confirmed. I sort of got the feeling that our Prez, Morris Beverage (Yes, Chastity's dad) first heard about it when he read the same article that I did on Saturday.

The whole college (well, not the whole college, as we in the Women's Center just went on with our daily business. . . ) was getting ready for the visit. We had to empty our lockers in the gym (probably not a bad idea for most anyway -- a good excuse to wash the gym clothes), as Daddy mentioned they removed the soda machines and the microwave. (I know that very noxious things can happen if you put certain things, like polymer clay, into a microwave oven -- the hard way!)

Then there were the efforts to beautify the campus. Our budgets have been fearfully cut. In an effort to keep people and services, some of the frills have been eliminated. One of those is the rather meticulous care the gardens received. Also the careful shovelling of the snow. The snow still gets shoveled, just not as carefully. So there are some patches of dirt where the wheels of the truck have ruined the grass. We all laughed at the trucks spray painting the brown dirt green. I realize that really wasn't what was happening. It was that mixture of seed and nutrients that is dyed green and they would have done it anyway to reseed those areas, but it was kinda funny.

The event was billed as a 'town meeting', except the town wasn't invited to come. I realize that these events have to be highly coordinated for several reasons, but this felt more like tighly scripted than coordinated. First of all, it was by invitation only. And you got the invitations through LaTourette's office, so it really helped to be a good Republican, though they did let some Democrats in. Then, those who were let in were pretty heavily vetted. Or so I heard. One of my across-the-hall neighbors was asked to be on the panel because she is on the board for the State Employees Retirement System, which was being held up as a sort of a model (which I really don't understand because we have no control over where it is invested) and before she even agreed to be on the panel (she declined) they were asking her bunches of background questions.

Thursday, we still really didn't know the details. We heard all kinds of rumors about all classrooms with windows facing the gym (AFC) would be emptied (true), that roads would be closed (true), that parking lots would be closed (true), that the kids in Childminders would be moved to another part of the campus (true), that Garfield and 615 would be closed to traffic (true), that business would be maintained 'as usual' (not true, though many of us tried). Okay, so they weren't just rumors.

Come the acutal day -- Friday. the audience was supposed to be in place at 10:45, but they were told to expect to sit for a while, a long while. At 11:45 the helicopters landed. There were two hueyies (I have no idea how to spell that!) with the Marines, plus two of the predidential choppers, plus a cute little red one flying around in the air. Gloria and Tanya, stepped outside our door (probably 150 yards away, at least!) to see what they could see. My, my, you would have thought they were charging with fangs bared! They were told to go inside. When they didn't move fast enough, they were barked at again.

We went in (I had gone outside after they did, as they were on their way back in) and stood on chairs and the desk to see what we could see. All I could see was a few men (9? 12?) decend from the second helicopter. I have no idea who was who. Anyway, remember the audience waiting? Well, they were just going to have to wait somemore. The president and all his men, climbed into limos and drove off to a restaurant on 615 for lunch. (Yours Truly, Nae, where I took you for Wifi.) It was a loooonnng motorcade, at least a dozen cars plus motorcycles. I don't think that many people got off the 'copter, so I don't know if some were empty.

Another hour went by. (I hope those people waiting had had the good sense to lay off the coffee and tea before entering the gym. They had been warned that once in the gym that they would not be able to leave.) At 12:45 (really not much time to drive to a resaurant, feed a whole bunch of people and drive back) the motorcade returned. We could have watched the whole thing on cable in one of the auditoriums, but instead Merry, Gloria and I went out to a 'working lunch' (no martinis) at a new restaurant in town. Bravo! (the grilled portabella was really good!) By the time we got back, the prez was gone and the campus eerily quiet.

There really are other things going on in my life right now, but none are as interesting as this. I got the taxes done and sent Mensch the info he needs for the FAFSA (subtle reminder, there, Mensch), so business is being taken care of. I read another interesting book. The Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. Or close to it anyway. (Curious Incident?) Interesting and a quick read. It's what I was reading when you called the other night, Rae.

I should note that the weather has been beautiful and very springy. I complain about the bad weather, so it is only fair that I mention it when it is beautiful. The daffidils are in full bloom and lovely. The yellow (golden) raspberries have some green shoots on them, so I think they will make it this time. I also planted them in a different location to give them a better chance.

More next week, or whenever the spirit moves me and I have time, etc.

April 8, 2005

G'lord!

Can we say frustrated? I knew you could.

Oh, how I wish I could keep my blog posting positive and wonderful. Mara's blogs are almost always uplifting, but I am in the muck right now. Arrgggggh!

It's all about work. I mean, I suppose there might be a few little things in the rest of my life that could be niggling at me, but right here, right now, this is the big one! And yet, I am having trouble naming it. And I probably shouldn't, but I will try to frame it.

The Women's Center was told about a year ago (maybe a bit more) that we would be responsible for raising at least half our operating budget. Well, I understood the rational, but there is an opposing view that due to the clientele we serve that we need to be funded at a higher level. One of the reasons that women approach us is that they don't have the resources and are looking for assistance.

We worked hard to increase our revenues and cut our expenses. We had a fund raiser that cleared $14,000. We eliminate one position and didn't replace our secretary (who read the handwriting on the wall and went looking for cheese in another department of the college), so saved money on two positions. We were in the process of writing proposals for grants to fund us. We were negotiating with agencies that send their clients to us to have the agencies pay for their clients (rather than the client paying). We still weren't at half-way and we were a little worried.

Then, about 3 or 4 months ago, we got a reprieve! We were no longer expected to raise money, maybe even not charge money! We had a bit of difficulty even envisioning quite what that would look like. As things percolated out, it meant that we were no longer in the business of offering classes. All our classes that were not directly in line with our mission of 'providing access' were moved to another division. With the income that came from these classes. Sooo, we are not in the business of making money, but of 'providing access'. What the *&%# does that look like? What does it mean? And if we are not offering classes, what are we offering? How do we measure our successes? What are our goals and measurable outcomes?

I know I sound like a business major, but as I just finished telling one of our students; "Everyone is in business." What I mean is that if whether you are for profit or not-for-profit, business principles still apply.

What it feels like right now at work is a rudderless ship, limping with hanging sails, buffeted about by the random wave. No direction, no goals, no end in sight.

Okay, now for the more specific. We are in the membership push for the Professional Women's Institute. (This is one of our fund raisers, and the college doesn't want us to suspend this, but they also won't fund a position to do the work it takes to make it happen, either, so I have to fit it in with my other duties.) I went to print up a more current calendar of classes, events, meetings, and networkings to send to perspective members. Well, we don't have any scheduled! And it doesn't look like we are going to have any scheduled soon. It is really hard to sell membership in a dis-organization. Why would anyone want to pay $50 so they could not get any benefit? And I met with considerable resistance when I brought the topic up.

Okay, I've vented. I haven't really come up with what to do about it, though. Any thoughts? (Is that the sound of cheese moving that I hear?)

April 4, 2005

Can we talk?

I was driving to work this morning, slightly late, as usual, listening to NPR and a story about the Pope. I have great respect for Pope John Paul II. It got me to thinking about the Universal House of Justice. I was musing how when we were there, we met several members of the House and how they were the most humble and gracious of men. Mr. Semple came up to us and started a conversation; he and his wife chatted with us about things, nothing special. It wasn't even until I got home that I realized he was a member of the House, and was one of the original members! He is a nice, funny guy, but overwhelmingly wise and reflective. I was thinking about the fact that in the future, it is unlikely that mere visitors would have the kind of access and familiarity with the members of the Univeral House of Justice that Daddy and I enjoyed. And we did enjoy it, too.

So anyway, this is where my thoughts were as I was driving down Lost Nation. I pulled myself out of my woolly thoughts long enough to realize there was something odd about the car in front of me. The lights seemed to be white, not red. As I came to, I realized that there were three cars coming towards me and one of them was in my lane! At this point I started to become a little worried. I laid on the horn, but she didn't budge. I quickly looked to my right, and thank God!, there was no one there. I pulled over to the right lane just as this car whizzed past me, in the lane I had just been in. By this time, my heart was in my mouth and struggling to get out! It was quite a frightening moment. I'm not sure what she thought she was doing, or why. I have wondered all day if she hit someone else coming down the street like I was. I mean, if she did, the person she hit would be in the right, but dead right.