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June 20th, 2011 - Russell Claus

Russell Claus

Planning Director, City of Oklahoma City, May 3, 2011


6:30 a.m.: My alarm goes off first to avoid heart attack from wife Lisa’s tornado-siren version, which she sleeps through.

6:30 a.m.: My alarm goes off first to avoid heart attack from wife Lisa’s tornado-siren version, which she sleeps through.

6:35 a.m.: Make pancakes from scratch for the girls. Ella, 8, has brown chocolate chips in hers. Matariki, 7, has white, plus the pancakes can’t be too brown, and just marginally runny. It’s a science. Make myself a smoothie.

7:10 a.m.: Wake the girls, and chasing them to get ready for school. Go through regular morning routine of advising Matariki that “No, I don’t know where you left your coat yesterday.”

7:45 a.m.: Wake the budgie (Sky) and leave for school. Sky had a very traumatic incident with a feral cat last week when I left the back door open.

7:53 a.m.: Head to Community Foundation for joint workshop between City Council and Planning Commission.

11:35 a.m.: Meeting adjourns after very interactive discussion. Talk with attendees and media.

12:03 p.m.: Lunch at the Boulevard with a couple of planning commissioners.

1:04 p.m.: Meet with SandRidge architects on next phase of their site development.

1:45 p.m.: Debrief on morning’s workshop with staff.

2 p.m.: Attend retirement party for Wiley Rice, one of my division heads.

3 p.m.: Conference call with speaker for next week’s Mayor’s Roundtable.

3:25 p.m.: Meet with Assistant City Manager M.T. Berry regarding landscaping misunderstanding at large local business.

4 p.m.: Meet with councilman, legal staff and my staff regarding historic preservation issue.

4:45 p.m.: Separate meeting with councilman on planning issues.

5:35 p.m.: Walk back to office, gather keys, stuff a few more papers in briefcase to try to work on tonight.

5:37 p.m.: Drive to girls’ school, return phone calls on the way.

5:50 p.m.: As usual, they’re the last ones there. Feel like an inadequate parent, but they’re in very good spirits since they’re rolling across the floor on some four-wheeled thing. Leave for Penn Square Mall. We discuss merits of working hard, and Ella advises who in her class will end up as hamburger flippers.

6:15 p.m.: Arrive at the mall. My assignment is to buy iPod Touch covers and screen protectors. Apple is unbelievable — you just check out with some guy on his iPhone. Hold on, let me check my Visa account.

6:30 p.m.: The girls are now hungry, so we buy quick meals at the food court, and I call to arrange “Glee” at a friend’s place.

6:59 p.m.: Arrive in time for “Glee,” which is the only show we’ve ever watched together as a family (I’m a gleek!). Great Fleetwood Mac-themed episode.

8:05 p.m.: Head home, discuss how everyone has different talents, and how we can take the Rumors album with us on the way to Ohio for big sister’s graduation … and that Daddy will sing it with them, because I’m such a good singer.

8:15 p.m.: Arrive home. Assist with homework, prepare for bed. Drags out as usual, and Matariki is hungry again. Make avocado on toast.

9 p.m.: After 10 reminders about teeth cleaning, girls are in bed. Apply Carmex to Matariki’s lips, and cuticle treatment oil to fingernails (my feminine side). Concoct bedtime story involving polar bears, dolphins and the Easter bunny.

9:20 p.m.: Lights out. Clean kitchen while listening to “The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest,” which is how most of my reading is accomplished: in the kitchen and car, in between NPR.

9:35 p.m.: Bring in mail, bristle at cover of Time perpetuating adulation of royal family (undermining lifetime goal to see Australia become a republic).

9:40 p.m.: Ride bike and workout while reading Time (not the royal stories) and watching 2009 New Zealand rugby game.

10:40 p.m.: Finish kitchen cleanup, read emails, check tomorrow’s calendar and put Sky to bed.

11:15 p.m.: Clean teeth while reading — habit picked up during time-starved graduate school days.

11:30 p.m.: In bed, pick up “Down Among the Wild Men,” a book on desert aboriginals in Australia.

11:48 p.m.: Write last-minute notes on things to do tomorrow; end up reading same paragraph in book six times.

11:55 p.m.: Lights out.

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