So... How'd Your Day Go?

We celebrated my granddaughter's 14 birthday a week early because she wanted to have sleep over party with her girlfriends last nite. She is 14 today. Seven accepted invitation. She was so excited. Extra blow up bed brought in and cots! Decorations. Birthday cupcakes and food. Short story, two showed up and only one stayed the night.

As Obama would say, "It is a teachable moment." But what my friends is the lesson? Perhaps choose your friends more carefully? I chose to have only one close friend through grade school and high school (different ones). At a lunchroom table, in HS, I interacted with many. I must have been funny, as that's what most wrote, in my year book. But I was close to only one. Only one was invited to my home. 55 years after graduation, she is still a friend . . .who would show up . . . . Of course, we'd give each other a pass, if one passes on.

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Originally Posted by sas

We celebrated my granddaughter's 14 birthday a week early because she wanted to have sleep over party with her girlfriends last nite. She is 14 today. Seven accepted invitation. She was so excited. Extra blow up bed brought in and cots! Decorations. Birthday cupcakes and food. Short story, two showed up and only one stayed the night.

As Obama would say, "It is a teachable moment." But what my friends is the lesson? Perhaps choose your friends more carefully? I chose to have only one close friend through grade school and high school (different ones). At a lunchroom table, in HS, I interacted with many. I must have been funny, as that's what most wrote, in my year book. But I was close to only one. Only one was invited to my home. 55 years after graduation, she is still a friend . . .who would show up . . . . Of course, we'd give each other a pass, if one passes on.

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ohhh... Been there. Kind of hurts, I bet, but, yes, you learn. Friends that pull a no-show... I ragged on them afterward- Wtf?! If you're not going to come don't say you are... These were adults and it was dinner reservations. I told junior all about it. Those are not my friends anymore- never invite them anywhere.
Always good to know what to expect- and he always makes sure to tell 'friends' what he expects- which is common courtesy-not flaking.
I'm one to let the parents know that I don't appreciate it. But then I don't give a--. If the dad ever wanted to take it outside. Ha. Anyway, it's outta line.. rsvp or don't, but don't f-ing flake. Bad form... Rude.

Sorry to hear that ... but honestly I don't understand why they accepted the invitation and then didn't come.
I gather they didn't send cancellation either ??
That's very bad behaviour - and such thing unforetunatly at 14 points to the mothers !!
Shame on you, mothers for letting your young kids doing things like that [-X

Wife went to a 'celebration of life'- a gathering of friends for someone that passed. She'd done his hair, volunteering her services for this organization that goes out and does that for special cases of people in need. In this case he was a wealthy man struck down by ALS. My wife would go to his house and give him haircuts. His wife didn't want him to go but he was... ready. I guess she did him about a year. By the end he couldn't even blink.

The gathering was at a friends house in the Hollywood Hills, and she said the guy had a lot of 'heavy hitters' as friends; he was an attorney; 'entertainment'. Nice people, she said, the home owners had their chef prepared all the food which was for about 70. The house was full of art but they ate outside overlooking the gardens which went down the hillside of a canyon that was completely landscaped. There were pathways down, and a pergola; a fully-enclosed wire protective catwalk that went up into trees ( raised tunnels or tubes, with a wood plank to walk on; something like a "habi-trail") to keep the cat from being eaten, and from eating ( birds). The wife was an architect and the plants were all natives; gorgeous she said...

She was there a few hours, and talked with several of the guests (not knowing them prior) and one man in particular who mentioned that his (their) most-beloved daughter was the one with autism. He said she had forced them ( he and his wife) to really be 'there'; 'present'. The other two daughters were off on their careers (doctors, lawyers, or the like) (...as he and his wife had both done) while this one never would be. They said that this was hard to accept at first, but that there was something to be found be there, something they had found that forced them to pay attention. This was s good thing.

Later, we went over to our friends' ( a couple) in our hills with another couple, and sat under their 'pergola' in their landscaped yard. Their yard probably cost as much as our house but in comparison , a fraction of that of the house in the Hollywood hills.

There are levels and layers...

The wives cooked, re-creating a meal they had been taught taking a cooking lesson at Sur la tab( spelling unknown :) ). Anyway, it was all good- excellent really- and we felt very 'gifted' considering the plight of the world in general.

I just rubbed it into my colleagues at work -- when they needed earplugs to protect their hearing from a loud noise -- that I have "natural earplugs". Dick move sure.


But considering what my boss did to me that time regarding my hearing impairment... making fun of me...


I took extreme pleasure out if it -- far more than I really should've.

Is it contrary to be honest in one's impressions? e.g. Everyone else reaches conclusion A, and yes, you can see how they arrived at that conclusion, but when context is translated through one's personal matrices, you arrived at conclusion Q5. The parallels of Q5 being far clearer and linear in their congruency than abstract A. As a reader, you are highly cognizant of the events that contributed to the construct of your translation matrices; they are what they are, but is Q5 wrong because it is always a different conclusion than the ascertained by the majority of a group? You know you aren't reading something wrong on purpose to be deliberately obtuse. The words and parallels merely hold a different meaning within their construct. Hence Q5 instead of A.

The peacocks were particularly noisy all evening. No complaint. On the other hand, someone has an extremely annoying 'race car' that comes through the neighborhood very late at night. I am not a light sleeper, yet this awakes...
I wonder if it is their prerogative, 'natural' right? I somewhat feel so. It is most certainly illegal- the noise, and speed. Would it be so wrong then, to join in the law-breaking (scofflaw-ing?) and 'interject' a projectile (of various imagined sort) in their direction, a communication that 'Hey bud, I'm with you' in the form of sharp bang, or thud?

Finished a big assignment sooooooooo... it was good U_U

I registered to attend a talk next week at the Society for Psychical Research in London on recalling future memories by a member who claims to have been doing it all of his life. I have been in correspondence with him on the subject and I'm not convinced that either of us has a clue what the other is writing about, but that's pretty normal for me.

The logistics of the trip have involved my buying royal circle tickets for a matinee of a West End musical for my angel and myself on the same day afternoon. However, that does mean that she will also be attending the evening talk at the SPR, but at least she'll get to listen to some other weird person than myself speaking on the subject for up to two hours. Hence her well-earned title "angel".

Considering that this all stemmed from my writing that novel back in 2011, my writing career still seems only to involve outgo with no sign of income. By the way, the show is Motown The Musical. Well, that would be a pretty boring subject if it wasn't a musical really, wouldn't it?

JustRob,

I'm the real Motown deal. I went to high school with Diana Ross. It had an elevator students smashed themselves into. I'm sure her ass was up against my belly, but can't prove it. Damn.