Good news for taxpayers!
The District has been working on refunding (refinancing) a 3.5 million dollar bond with a 4.1-percent interest rate that dates back to 2004. We received a promising rating of “Aa” credit enhancement and an “A1” underlying rating from Moody’s. The rating and competitive-bidding market produced nine bidders and a $55,000 purchasing premium that was paid by the winning bidder. The new interest rate of 1.65 percent will reduce the annual tax burden of district residents by $52,000 a year. The total savings through maturity (2021) of the bond will be $367,000 or approximately 9 percent. The net result will be a reduction in future debt-service payments and reduce the District’s property tax levies for taxes in 2014 through 2020.
Blurt: verb 1. An impulsive comment or question that comes across as inappropriate or unwanted. 2. To utter abruptly. 3. To speak out of turn. 4. To say something suddenly, without careful consideration.
My youngest son came home from school last Tuesday acting a little less animated than his typical mid-week, hyper-energetic, 11-year-old self. When I inquired whether he’d had a good day, he paused (which is unusual) and said, “Not really. I guess I had a couple of blurts.”
I nodded my head in recognition. Been there done that. Most of us have experienced the blunt reality of a blurt – when words escape from our mouths before being filtered for suitability of content or timeliness of delivery.
“What in the world did you do to your hair?” “You’re serving that for dinner again?” “I thought you said you’d lost weight.” “I think poodles are the worst breed of dog ever. Oh, is that your poodle? Cute dog.”
Congratulations to Becky Kuechle, Special Education instructor, and Karen Buermann, first grade teacher, on being selected by their peers as the District’s recipients for the Leadership in Educational Excellence Award. This honor, which is annually sponsored by Resource Training and Solutions in St. Cloud, is presented to staff that have gone above and beyond in providing quality instructional experiences for their students. Becky and Karen will be recognized along with recipients from other districts throughout central Minnesota at the Rivers Edge Center in St. Cloud on Wednesday, Oct. 30. Congratulations again to Becky and Karen, and thanks for the work they have done for the educational benefit of our youth!
My husband went out to mow the lawn last week. The good news: he came back. The bad news: he came back after cutting only half of the back yard. He entered the kitchen with an announcement.
“Mower’s broken,” he said.
“Not again,” I said, feeling like we were caught in a moment of déjà vu – which we were, sort of.
When it comes to lawn mowers, he and I have witnessed our fair share of failures. We buy them. Use them for a short time. They break. The cycle repeats. Because of our history of bad mower karma, I had no reason to doubt my husband’s latest declaration of death. Still, he perceived this breakdown as significant, somehow.
“You’ve got to see this,” he said.
No I don’t, I half whispered, half screamed inside my head, hoping he hadn’t suddenly become telepathic. I couldn’t imagine how a broken mower could in any way be of any interest to me.
I am every parent. Or most parents. Or at least one of the parents who live in my house – which is one of two, or one-half, or 50 percent, but who’s counting?
I represent the good folks who live a normal life with numbers serving as a daily, and integral, portion. I can measure liquids and solids, calculate the fabric yardage needed for new kitchen curtains, follow the speed limit and determine the calorie count in a piece of cherry pie, but my kids’ math homework has me stumped.
I am doing my best, but I am an old mom, with old math skills, and an old calculator that couldn’t create a graph or make a flower dance across its screen if its battery power depended on it. My homework assistance skills don’t add up.