Blogger Blues
I'm in seemingly perennial trouble with my campaign manager.
I don't blog as often as he thinks I should. And I apologize both to him and to the, what, tens? of readers of this blog. : ) There's a lot going on.
Running for city council is intense. Add to that a full-time+ job, a relationship, and trying to do a tiny little bit to stay sane (for me, a really tiny bit!) chairing the neighborhood association, time runs short. So I tend to not blog. Tonight I had all good intentions, then it all went to pieces. The damned tornado sirens went off, my dog, Tank got very nervous and tried to sit in my lap (he's almost 90 lbs) and the evening just sort of evaporated.
Today was the Press-Citizen interviews for endorsement: tomorrow we find out who gets the nod. It was a good forum. I know for myself and suspect for the others that we as candidates find these as useful as any member of the public. You can tell who's doing their homework, who's found out something new (no offense to anybody, but the questions tend to be the same from one forum to the next -- there are only so many issues!) what new question brought everybody up short -- you get the picture. And each one is a chance to listen and learn.
So OK. I blogged! And I'm going to go to bed relatively early. I get up every morning at 5:22 to go running with The Tank. And I just remembered that our 16 year-old station-wagon* (the official campaign-mobile) has to go to the shop tonight... the tailgate no longer closes. Bed? Not so fast!
Good night. Almost.
*And it's not a record-breaker. I retired my 1968 Volkswagen in 1999 with an impressive 399,000 miles on the odometer. I paid $1000 for the thing, used. Drove it for many, many years, and sold it for parts for $400. That's economy! The old station-wagon has a mere 196,000 miles.
I don't blog as often as he thinks I should. And I apologize both to him and to the, what, tens? of readers of this blog. : ) There's a lot going on.
Running for city council is intense. Add to that a full-time+ job, a relationship, and trying to do a tiny little bit to stay sane (for me, a really tiny bit!) chairing the neighborhood association, time runs short. So I tend to not blog. Tonight I had all good intentions, then it all went to pieces. The damned tornado sirens went off, my dog, Tank got very nervous and tried to sit in my lap (he's almost 90 lbs) and the evening just sort of evaporated.
Today was the Press-Citizen interviews for endorsement: tomorrow we find out who gets the nod. It was a good forum. I know for myself and suspect for the others that we as candidates find these as useful as any member of the public. You can tell who's doing their homework, who's found out something new (no offense to anybody, but the questions tend to be the same from one forum to the next -- there are only so many issues!) what new question brought everybody up short -- you get the picture. And each one is a chance to listen and learn.
So OK. I blogged! And I'm going to go to bed relatively early. I get up every morning at 5:22 to go running with The Tank. And I just remembered that our 16 year-old station-wagon* (the official campaign-mobile) has to go to the shop tonight... the tailgate no longer closes. Bed? Not so fast!
Good night. Almost.
*And it's not a record-breaker. I retired my 1968 Volkswagen in 1999 with an impressive 399,000 miles on the odometer. I paid $1000 for the thing, used. Drove it for many, many years, and sold it for parts for $400. That's economy! The old station-wagon has a mere 196,000 miles.
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