big month, big mouths

Wow, on this day before turkey day, we've definitely had our ups, downs, clogs and floods.

The good times began on Sat. A.M. when I filled in for Sylvia to pick up Heather & Co. at LAX, and she got angry, just like clockwork, because I had the bad taste to park and the curb and not inside the parking structure, and patter over to the terminal where they sat, waiting, without imagining that I could possibly be at the curb. This is a definite disconnect. Taking the trouble to get to the airport, only to be yelled at. Something wrong there.

Second day, Shea spent the weekend, which was good. What wasn't was that she jammed a ton of lettuce in the garbage disposal, which created a sea of green slime, which sat there until Sun. morning, when Heather came to the door and demanded that I come out and fix things. Shea was officious and demanding, as was her sister. Finally, after mucho plunging, we freed it. Only to have a laundry overflow that afternoon because nobody checked the vibrating washing machine which got that way because a person loaded a heavy bathtub pad into it, which unbalanced that.

But wait, it gets better. After Shea left on Sunday night, Heather and I got into it over her teenaged habits/behavior which I still contend contributed to some of the problems we're having now. Heather states that she couldn't be expected to know better, because she and Shea fell into the trap at the same time, but I countered that she knew to come to us, and neither did. Sneaking around instead, which they knew was wrong.

She then called me a miser and I invited her not to stay, because who wants to stay with a miser...it's a long story. So they were packing up to leave, but we resolved things, at least temporarily, so it's all sweetness and light...except, Heather & family visited Disneyland all day yesterday, and were in a bad mood this morning because the park was super-crowded and she hates California...and it's not even Thanksgiving yet, when I guess I'm supposed to give thanks for all of this.

If that's the case, these are the reasons. Camilla, fast approaching her first birthday, staring at me with a sly smile whenever I'm around. Powerful enough of a reaction to make me decide not to shave my gray, old-man beard. Is her baby talk in Danish/English with a Joisey accent?

Torben, a great kid considering the circumstances he has nobody except his cousins, which he'll see tomorrow, in town to play with. Very verbal in two languages, smart as any five year old I've ever met.

And tonight, Heather found out she has a job interview at Rutgers for a spam graduate writing job. Best of luck...the very best.

See you on turkey day.

countdown to something

Report to the known world.

Known world: Sylvia's Red Hat function went swimmingly and I stayed out of sight, except to take a few photos.

I sp0ke to Thee Midniters and Eddie again, pretty cool guys...Eddie lives in a motel with his 94-year old dad...don't know what to make of that.

During the week, I worked on Beachcomber stories: the main one about the incident at the airport perimeter that drew in a councilwoman whom I happen to respect, but don't think Jay does. Airport reasons, he supports expansion, she's suspicious.

On Wednesday, I went to a Carson Park meeting for a story and met several fans of my writing at the Beachcomber, so that stuff is encouraging.

Over the weekend, I didn't do my show, worked on stories with a new deadline instead, that's the breaks - will do one live every other week, so reruns will be more frequent.

Unremarkable weekend, so I watched football, blew off a potluck and just stuck around, which is what happened during the following week.

On last Wednesday, I went to Dizzy's because I got a bullshit lead on some records on Obispo. I couldn't find the 45s, said she. That's why I came, said me. Junk. Went to Dizzy's, better than average junk and met a kid from Compton who works there who's a big time record spinner for a rap act and wants to write for RCN. All of this and some interesting 45s, so there!

This past Sunday, I went to the O.C. Record Show, pretty good turnout, interesting records as usual. Stuff most people pass up, but I'm drawn to, you betchum Red Ryder.

This week has been up, then down, then up, then around, with Shea. She's operating strictly on emotions, something I'm not prone to, unless I get mad, of course.

Known world, I'll sign off with this.

I've been busy at work on my L.A. history all music tome, just sending it to B&R. Oughta ruffle more than a few feathers. Right now, I'm listening to Rockit Radio. I have a new appreciation for them since I met with Wagman and Leo a couple o'weeks ago and saw his lister count, about 20% of the Rockit, which has dismissed the pontifiical Dave Justice who went with Route 66 Radio, getting the Mayo treatment.