26 September 2011. Dear Diary: Hubby’s been gone now for two and a half days. I got desperate for groceries, but I can’t let up on my destiny of enlightening the little people, so I payed the lady who lives next door to get some for me, forty dollars plus the cost of the groceries.
Distractions, distractions, distractions.
Keeping I, Nadina, away from my important work.
I got a bundle of new photographs of I, Nadina, from the studio today, and had to go to Hobby Lobby to buy some more picture frames. There’s one of I, Nadina, gazing at the stars, another of I, Nadina, addressing the unwashed multitudes, I, Nadina, laying my hands, I, Nadina, surrounded by a halo, I, Nadina, counseling the Wise Ones, I, Nadina, glowing with light, I, Nadina, walking on water.
And many more; the one I don’t like is that of I, Nadina, riding an ass through a filthy crowd of poor people waving palm trees at me. The one I like best is of I, Nadina, holding a swan.
After my last visit, Hobby Lobby’s going to have to re plenish their inventory of picture frames.
Diary, I tried last night to google the ass hole franksolich’s record with the federal OPM, but this time I hit a brick wall. It won’t let me go there, and says the information’s not covered by the FOIA, so tough luck.
I do know that OPM carried a long in vestigation into franksolich in 1997, the up shot being that in the end, he was granted a very high level of national security clearance. Out of the 512 people he worked with at the time, only he and two other guys, very senior in the bureau crazy, had this high of a level.
It’s very strange, though, Dear Diary; he never seems to stick around long, wherever he goes. The place he lives now, he’s lived there only since September 2005, and that’s the longest time he’s ever been at one place since he was a child. All the other places he’s been, he’s been there only one, two, or three years, and then moved on.
His jobs, the same thing. It looks as if some day he just decides he doesn’t care for the job any more, gives his 30 days’ notice, and then quietly leaves. I’m getting this idea that he’s the sort who’s here today, gone tomorrow.