passing note
Jan. 11th, 2004 12:52 amIt is OK to be... Brian. I have my flaws, but I'm actually a good person.
Jan. 11th, 2004
This week's travels
Jan. 11th, 2004 12:18 pmI've managed to get a 7-hour layover tomorrow in Minneapolis... and a first-class upgrade. I may have internal blocks against asking for things I want from friends, but no such block against asking for exactly what I want from airline staff ;-). Having platinum-level FF privleges on CO/NW/DL helps, too... and being utterly charming and gentlemanly at times, over the phone. Unfortunately, I have to return on United in order to get a nonstop flight from Dulles home (in time for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
patgreene to leave Thursday for four days in San Luis Obispo).
( What/where/when... )
patgreene to leave Thursday for four days in San Luis Obispo). ( What/where/when... )
After a couple of days of enthusiastic practice by James on his new drum set, the police just arrived.
Seems that unspecified neighbors have been calling in complaints... a city mediator is supposed to call us on Monday. And the officer said that in order to practice, James would need a "live music performance permit" from City Hall. I don't know what that costs, or the terms... I wonder if this is broadly enforced, otherwise every band student, every 15-year old with a flute or clarinet or French horn would likewise need a city license in order to practice at home...
patgreene, whose shame buttons are easily pushed and who is intimidated by authority figures, has fallen to pieces and is locked in her room sobbing. James is slumped over his drums quietly crying, blaming himself for his mother's reaction. Sigh... what a mess, just before I go out of town for 4 days.
[update -- James ate lunch and is holed up in his room. Pat finally emerged, glared over lunch, then left the house and drove away. I don't know where she went.]
Seems that unspecified neighbors have been calling in complaints... a city mediator is supposed to call us on Monday. And the officer said that in order to practice, James would need a "live music performance permit" from City Hall. I don't know what that costs, or the terms... I wonder if this is broadly enforced, otherwise every band student, every 15-year old with a flute or clarinet or French horn would likewise need a city license in order to practice at home...
patgreene, whose shame buttons are easily pushed and who is intimidated by authority figures, has fallen to pieces and is locked in her room sobbing. James is slumped over his drums quietly crying, blaming himself for his mother's reaction. Sigh... what a mess, just before I go out of town for 4 days.[update -- James ate lunch and is holed up in his room. Pat finally emerged, glared over lunch, then left the house and drove away. I don't know where she went.]
Need an outlet
Jan. 11th, 2004 07:07 pmToday has generally scraped thus far... but I'm actually not feeling bad. Pat came back, then everyone was generally snarky for the rest of the day. And pursued aggressive housework. We're all better now. I'm still moderately cheerful, but fight-or-flight has left me with lots of restless energy... I really need to go dancing now. Or skating, or lift weights, or *something* to relieve this latent tension and restlessness. Unfortunately, none of those are available on a Sunday evening.