Situation Normal: All in the Family as Usual
Saturday, February 12th, 2011 (Day 3 of an accidental 4-day weekend from hell)
3:45 p.m. - The Saturday rehearsal of the Flying Eggheads Jazz Band ended, and I hoped to be able to head home by 4:00.
3:50 p.m. - Discovered that the chief music director at the school had left without saying anything, leaving me to hold the fort until all the students went home. Got pestered by the student committee about a score I'm arranging, so I opened the file - and found that someone had played around with it and chopped it up.
5:30 p.m. - Finished fixing the damage in the score and adding another section to it, signed off, and left. All the snow was long since melted away, but it was raining again.
5:45 p.m. - Since there was no hope of my getting home in time to take my son to his cram school (meaning my FIL had probably already done it anyway), I went to a nearby home center to do some shopping.
6:10 p.m. - Headed home. Rain mixed with snow.
6:25 p.m. - Cell phone text message from my wife saying she was on her way home from her 2-day business trip and asking if I could pick our son up from his cram school at 7:30. Stopped at a 7-11 and replied that I could. Phone rang as I started to leave; it was my daughter asking the same question. Replied that I could, hung up, drove home.
6:40 p.m. - Arrived home. Another text message from the wife telling me that she'd promised our son she'd pick him up after coming home. Mixed rain and snow was falling pretty hard. Worried about her highway bus arriving late, I sent a text message saying I'd get our son if I didn't hear from her. Started doing some housecleaning.
7:10 p.m. - Still no word from the wife, so I left to pick up my son. Now it was snowing.
7:35 p.m. - Arrived at the cram school at the same time as my wife. She told me the battery in her cell phone had died. My son went with her. Since he'd just won a Prefectural award for an essay he'd written, my wife suggested our family go to Sushiro, my son's favorite conveyor belt sushi restaurant, for dinner. The nearest Sushiro is over in Kamisu. Since driving back to Namegata to pick up my FIL and daughter would take too much time, my wife suggested that I ask my FIL to bring my daughter in his car. I thought that sounded a bit optimistic, but I agreed. With that, my wife took off for Sushiro with my son.
7:38 p.m. - Called my FIL on my cell phone and explained the situation to him. He said it would be no problem. I then headed for the Sushiro in Kamisu myself.
7:48 p.m. - My cell phone rang while I was driving on a highway with no shoulders, i.e. no way of answering it. Continued on to Sushiro.
7:50 p.m. - My cell phone kept ringing intermittently, so when I finally got stopped at a red light, I answered it. My FIL said he wanted us to go to the Coco's restaurant over in Itako. I reiterated that we were going to Sushiro in Kamisu and that my wife and son were already well on their way. He replied that he refused to go any further than Itako. The light turned green, and I hung up. Tried to call the wife at the next red light, but her cell phone was dead.
7:52 p.m. - My cell phone rang again. By now there was a shoulder, so I pulled over and answered it. My daughter told me that her grandfather (my FIL) refused to drive unless we went to Coco's in Itako. I told her I would come and pick them up, pulled onto a side street, whipped a quick U-turn, burned rubber, and raced home. Luckily it was only raining by then, and I didn't encounter any cops.
8:17 p.m. - Arrived home to find my FIL and daughter waiting outside. My FIL was being unusually jovial.
8:50 p.m. - Finally made it to Sushiro. My wife and son had already finished off several plates of sushi each. The rest of us dug in in earnest while constantly having to re-explain the concept of a conveyor belt sushi restaurant to my FIL.
9:20 p.m. - Finally decided we'd had enough. Paid the bill. My wife and son left immediately. My daughter and I had to wait several minutes for my FIL to stop screwing around. By then all precipitation had stopped, and the roads were drying. I somehow caught up with my wife on the way back.
10:00 p.m. - Arrived home. FIL went into his house, we went into ours. Sat around the kotatsu and watched TV. I had my first gin & tonic in ages. Everyone fell asleep except me.
11:00 p.m. - Facebook time.
12:00 p.m. (or thereabouts) - Started work on a very lame blog post. But that's the way my life has been these days. I guess we'll see what tomorrow brings...and until then,
Oyasumi-nasai!
3:45 p.m. - The Saturday rehearsal of the Flying Eggheads Jazz Band ended, and I hoped to be able to head home by 4:00.
3:50 p.m. - Discovered that the chief music director at the school had left without saying anything, leaving me to hold the fort until all the students went home. Got pestered by the student committee about a score I'm arranging, so I opened the file - and found that someone had played around with it and chopped it up.
5:30 p.m. - Finished fixing the damage in the score and adding another section to it, signed off, and left. All the snow was long since melted away, but it was raining again.
5:45 p.m. - Since there was no hope of my getting home in time to take my son to his cram school (meaning my FIL had probably already done it anyway), I went to a nearby home center to do some shopping.
6:10 p.m. - Headed home. Rain mixed with snow.
6:25 p.m. - Cell phone text message from my wife saying she was on her way home from her 2-day business trip and asking if I could pick our son up from his cram school at 7:30. Stopped at a 7-11 and replied that I could. Phone rang as I started to leave; it was my daughter asking the same question. Replied that I could, hung up, drove home.
6:40 p.m. - Arrived home. Another text message from the wife telling me that she'd promised our son she'd pick him up after coming home. Mixed rain and snow was falling pretty hard. Worried about her highway bus arriving late, I sent a text message saying I'd get our son if I didn't hear from her. Started doing some housecleaning.
7:10 p.m. - Still no word from the wife, so I left to pick up my son. Now it was snowing.
7:35 p.m. - Arrived at the cram school at the same time as my wife. She told me the battery in her cell phone had died. My son went with her. Since he'd just won a Prefectural award for an essay he'd written, my wife suggested our family go to Sushiro, my son's favorite conveyor belt sushi restaurant, for dinner. The nearest Sushiro is over in Kamisu. Since driving back to Namegata to pick up my FIL and daughter would take too much time, my wife suggested that I ask my FIL to bring my daughter in his car. I thought that sounded a bit optimistic, but I agreed. With that, my wife took off for Sushiro with my son.
7:38 p.m. - Called my FIL on my cell phone and explained the situation to him. He said it would be no problem. I then headed for the Sushiro in Kamisu myself.
7:48 p.m. - My cell phone rang while I was driving on a highway with no shoulders, i.e. no way of answering it. Continued on to Sushiro.
7:50 p.m. - My cell phone kept ringing intermittently, so when I finally got stopped at a red light, I answered it. My FIL said he wanted us to go to the Coco's restaurant over in Itako. I reiterated that we were going to Sushiro in Kamisu and that my wife and son were already well on their way. He replied that he refused to go any further than Itako. The light turned green, and I hung up. Tried to call the wife at the next red light, but her cell phone was dead.
7:52 p.m. - My cell phone rang again. By now there was a shoulder, so I pulled over and answered it. My daughter told me that her grandfather (my FIL) refused to drive unless we went to Coco's in Itako. I told her I would come and pick them up, pulled onto a side street, whipped a quick U-turn, burned rubber, and raced home. Luckily it was only raining by then, and I didn't encounter any cops.
8:17 p.m. - Arrived home to find my FIL and daughter waiting outside. My FIL was being unusually jovial.
8:50 p.m. - Finally made it to Sushiro. My wife and son had already finished off several plates of sushi each. The rest of us dug in in earnest while constantly having to re-explain the concept of a conveyor belt sushi restaurant to my FIL.
9:20 p.m. - Finally decided we'd had enough. Paid the bill. My wife and son left immediately. My daughter and I had to wait several minutes for my FIL to stop screwing around. By then all precipitation had stopped, and the roads were drying. I somehow caught up with my wife on the way back.
10:00 p.m. - Arrived home. FIL went into his house, we went into ours. Sat around the kotatsu and watched TV. I had my first gin & tonic in ages. Everyone fell asleep except me.
11:00 p.m. - Facebook time.
12:00 p.m. (or thereabouts) - Started work on a very lame blog post. But that's the way my life has been these days. I guess we'll see what tomorrow brings...and until then,
Oyasumi-nasai!
posted by The Moody Minstrel at
12:02 AM
2 Comments:
Life shouldn't be that "complicated", seriously...
I just don't get it with all this thing... I guess sometimes cellphones make things complicated, people can easily change their mind, change their plan, ask many things through a cellphone, even arguing can be more intense through cellphones and make the day feel even worst.
By
Selba, at 10:41 AM
Go kuro sama desu!
By
Lrong Lim, at 8:36 PM
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