Yesterday turned out to be a lot more
of a popcorn emission than the critical decision making board meeting I had anticipated/hoped
for. There’s been a yearlong battle between the governor’s office, his DOT minions,
and the legislature on funding for public transportation. Those of us at the end
of the food chain where the rubber literally meets the road have been in a weird
limbo not knowing how or what to budget for the fiscal year we’re already operating
in.
Compounding the task is the decision-challenged
political leader whose last day is today. It was supposed to come to a head at yesterday’s
meeting with a decision on this year’s budget. The Voices of Inappropriate
Worth were out in force as were the union members demanding what I felt was a
fairly easy decision. We’re talking politics so nothing is easy so no decision was
made other than to reach out to the DOT for some sort of compromise deal. Next year’s
retirement plans seem all the more tasty.
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My wife is facing the impending visit of
my mother in law and like any dutiful Latina daughter has launched on another
of her signature campaigns on cleaning the already sparkling clean house. While
she was at it she decided two years was more than enough for a living room furniture
arrangement and repositioned everything. While I complain I have to grumpily
acknowledge she has a real eye for this kind of thing (something I totally
lack) and I really like the new configuration.
If the morning board meeting and the FBR
refusing to speak with us on our nightly call wasn’t insult enough I was safely
hiding out in the Man Cave when I noticed a discoloration in the ceiling tile
and an accompanying puddle on the couch. I traced it back to the first floor
bathroom where the water input pipe was seeping. My very rusty plumber skills
will be put to work attempting to fix this as I refuse to pay a professional plumber
$400 just to replace a simple pipe. My Favorite Panamanian just hopes I don’t
do too much damage before having to call in a plumber to rescue me from my ineptitude.
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