Passing the Torch–uh, Notebook–of Leadership

Steph is at a meeting at church, and Susie and I hopped on the bus to the Whetstone Library to return books and CDs.  Susie is currently reading off some of her fines, so I’ll blog while she does that.

I must have mentioned earlier in this blog that I was running for recording secretary of my local OCSEA chapter.  I guess the results were conspicuous by their absence.  I lost by almost a 2:1 margin.  As sour-grapesy as it sounds, I am a little relieved to have one less responsibility weighing on me.  The new local president and the new board were sworn in yesterday at lunchtime.  I sat at the front of the room, my steno notebook and Paper-Mate in front of me, acting as recording secretary for the last time.  My successor came by my pod later that afternoon and photocopied the notes I took.  (My penmanship is quite legible, and I didn’t use any obscure shorthand or abbreviations, so turning my notes into readable English won’t be that much of a challenge to him.)

As the work day today was winding down, two dictated reports popped in the queue.  It was too late in the day to begin one, but at least I know I’ll have a legitimate project to occupy my time in the morning.  This doctor is an osteopath who sees injured workers about every 6-8 weeks.  He’s also an orthopedist, which usually means the reports are boring as hell, but the fact that they average 4-6 minutes in length makes up for that.

The work day seemed longer because my beloved Internet Archive,, seemed to take forever to download sound files.  I had some CDs at work, so there was something to listen to, but I missed the much wider variety I have from the Archive.  (Yesterday, during what little work there was, I listened to a fascinating debate–a give-and-take between Christopher Hitchens and Al Sharpton.  I can, depending on my overall mood and openness, come down on either side in a debate like that, but Sharpton made an excellent point to Hitchens: “At the end what is refreshing is that you are a man of faith, because any man that at this point has faith that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq has more faith than any religious person I know.”  Hitchens’ cheerleading of the Iraq war, and his pathological hatred of both Clintons, are my major strikes against him.

I had some writing time between dinner last night and joining Steph and Susie in an evening of mindless sitcoms.  I managed to write a poem and a half, and then I went into Microsoft Office and did some editing of the 300+ pages, still not quite finished, that I’ve written about my friendship with Cincinnati novelist Robert Lowry (1919-1994).  It’s been awhile since I added any new material to the chapters, and I am proud that I was able to be brutal with the blue pencil when necessary.  Rereading my prose after some time has passed reminds me almost of the morning-after syndrome.  When I take a second look at what I thought was brilliant prose that would set the world of 21st-century American literature on edge, I regard it like one of the characters in About Last Night…

Susie and I will be missing the Old-Time Radio and Nostalgia Convention in Cincinnati this weekend, sorry to say.  It’s just too much of a burden logistically this year, although I hope to go to Cincinnati for the day sometime during the next few months.  I’m not quite conscientious enough to ask that my vacation day for Friday be cancelled–I’ll mark the day off by sleeping in.


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