My shadow as seen around 245AM, Sunday, July 13, 2008 (my late maternal grandmother's 87th birthday), 1600 block of 16th St., NW, Washington, D.C.
This will be a short entry since I'm really tired and I need to sleep. I've built up a sleep deficit and stress surplus the past few days. It has been a rough past few days but I don't want to go too much into that right now. I think I'll just post a few pictures and be done with this entry.
I had a bad fight with my dad Sunday night -- actually, 1230AM Monday, and it was one of our episodic guttural shriek fests and, boy, I'm sure I looked psychotic walking the short distance up 16th Street home, and I was sufficiently upset, not to mention inebriated upon leaving Cobalt that I took Monday off from work as I simply could not get up.
Monday, July 14, 2008, I went to National Airport and wandered around, and later (pictured here), I ended up at the 530PM mass at St.
I know taking off is bad, but I explained to my boss that "I know this is not appropriate for work, and it is wrong to let it interfere with work, but I come from a very chaotic family situation, and what happened was..."
My dad is going to his 50th (50th!) high school reunion in New Jersey in early September (Long Branch High School Class of 1958), and I was supposed to go with him, which I was sort of looking forward to visiting my home state.
But instead he is trying to take his crazy female interest -- she's not really his girlfriend. This is the one half his age whose 911 call during a big fight in Dec. 2006 got him in jail for 10 days. I wrote about that on my Arcturus blog here and here. There was a second jail stint, too, in Oct. 2007.
Of course, her rap sheet for assorted minor, sleazy underbelly of society stuff is sufficiently long that it ruins the PC thought police / actual Flagler County Sheriff's Office / local prosecutors' mythical "it's always the man's fault" narrative that is so popular today (the case was downgraded and then dropped).
(If you do a Google search on "Flagler County" and my dad's last name (which is my last name, too, obviously), you actually get as the third hit the case in question, except the middle name initial for my dad is wrong (it's "L," not "J."). This actually references the second case last October, when he was in jail for just a few days.)
The Sun Trust Building at 15th St., New York Ave., and Pennsylvania Ave., NW, near the White House, Washington, D.C., July 14, 2008, the sky fleeced with cirrus tufts.
Speaking of high school reunions, my 20th reunion should be coming up, except (1) I haven't found any event for the Glen Burnie High School Class of 1988, and (2) even if I did, I'm not sure I'd go.
**I'm from New Jersey, but I went to junior and senior high school in Glen Burnie, Md. Boo.
My mom actually emailed me the Classmates.com link for GBHS Class of 1988 and it was a shock to see all those names from so long ago. I actually had two messages -- one from my good friend back then LM and another from my dear friend SS.
Lafayette Park here in D.C., July 14, 2008, Bastille Day and the 16th anniversary of the start of my 11 day psychiatric hospital stint.
SS suffered a terrible tragedy circa 1993 that involved her dad and step mom, but as near as I can tell, she has done fine.
The last time I saw her was at the Big Glen Burnie Carnival -- where I used to volunteer in the main food concession stand with a few other Class of '88 friends -- in a summer downpour as we talked under an umbrella. That must've been around 1996.
I responded to both LM and SS.
As for the rest of "GBHS Class of '88," I think there was a reason I left Glen Burnie and haven't gone back. Just because I went to high school with some of those people hardly means they were my friends. Boo.
I finished an 11 page proposal write up -- that's actually going to a Japanese government agency, though, obviously, I wrote the English language version, on reasons for the improvement in U.S. nuclear industry capacity (availability) factor.
I'm still totally uncertain about how to go about returning to school for an extra year and going back to 4 days a week hourly instead of 5 days a week salaried. I don't have to decided anything until next month.
That's all for now. Oh, yes, one minor Mr. Sirius update ... he keeps posting links in his blog entries (not that I read it ... a lot) but the links rarely seem to work. He doesn't seem to verify that they do.
I know, I know: he has better frickin' things to do with his time than check his blogs links, and change the frickin' channel if you don't like it, but really.
Hyacinth Hippo from Fantasia dancing with Ben Ali Gator in their "Dance of the Hours" number.
By the way, we are DEEP in the D.C. summer shit pattern of heat, humidity, and crap, although we had 1.11" (DCA), 1.20" (IAD), and 1.26" (BWI) of rain from Sunday night into the wee hours of Monday, so we're still good on rainfall this year.
Part of me really wishes (1) Greenland would rapidly partially melt for a 5 to 10 foot rise in sea level, and (2) the thermohaline circulation would partially collapse, and get us suddenly back to a Newfoundland-y climate here in the mid-Atlantic. Yay. (Greenland would soon freeze back up in that case.)
Does wishing for this make me a bad person?