but I have no idea how they could break bone.

Children stampeding over each other as they flee in terror?

ION, I am now in Oshkosh.

Ok, when I said I needed company, that was NOT what I meant.

My elderly neighbors, who are sisters who live together, were apparently having a spat over something. The one inside the apartment wasn't answering the door OR the phone for 45 minutes and the other didn't have her keys. So I sat with the other in the stairwell, hitting redial and consoling the locked out one and calmly listening to heavy-duty religious talk (which, it gives her strength and I'm glad of that, it's just HARD to come up with noncommital and sympathetic when being pressed about Jesus and I really don't want to be misunderstood and this was NOT the time for a theological discussion on my lack of belief) until I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO, and I'm the youngest adult and at least I'm acting it...and then she opened the door and I lectured again about taking the disagreement inside and ...oh hell. I like both these women and they've done numerous favors for me. They just had a hard blow today and regressed to teenagers. And they are both over 60. I swear.

Pouring myself a huge scotch now, I am.

Man, it's dead here. No comments on my apparent over-caring with my neighbors....

I'm here!

I have beer, and I'm here.

You are a good neighbor, sarameg.

At least you're familiar with your neighbors--I can ID some of them on sight, but know their names? Nope.

I've got RotK on while doing some cleaning, and I've found out why watching this on commercial tv is just wrong. They cut from Eowyn sobbing over her dead uncle to an inane Best Buy Christmas commercial.

Hi! I just woke up. Because I came home, thought about how I'm supposed to drive to Arlington tomorrow, and started to tear up. Which seemed like a hint that I was overtired, since... it's Arlington, not San Quentin.

Anyway:

I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO,

Timelies all!

Went to G's office holiday party. Tasty food(including some wonderful desserts like the strawberries dipped in white and dark chocolate and decorated so they look like tuxedos which was almost too cute to eat. Almost), decent band, and fun with green screen/computer editing technologies.(I now have a picture of me as Morticia Addams. Ok, it's my face and the rest is the regular photo, but it worked rather well. I'm thinking about scanning for a lj icon.)

Don't have any solid plans for tomorrow, but Sunday night we go to see Jonathan Coulton.

Lee! Be drunken with me! (It'll take another scotch for me.)

I'm reluctantly pulled into neighborliness. It's taken years. On one hand, I'm very private and kinda hate other people knowing my routines. On the other, it's great to have people to rely on and there is a specialness in watching out for them and delivering. Problem comes when they draw you into their drama. My neighborhood (though largely not my neighbors)is..iffy. Comparatively, I probably make much more than the vast majority around me. By a lot. But I like the long termers.

Me calling cops on fuckheads? Doesn't bug. Getting drawn into family affairs is icky. And then... I get people who bring me a plate of dinner because I looked unhappy when I came home. I'm torn. Hell, one of the reasons I don't move is because of the long-termers in my block.

edit: Strega, thanks. I felt more like an annoyed young upstart, but man...

Seriously, the ability to clearly explain that people are being childish is a valuable skill. I was thinking I should pay you to come down and have an intervention where you could tell my friends to stop being thoughtless, and me to stop being bratty and passive-aggressive.

Lee! Be drunken with me! (It'll take another scotch for me.)

I can do this, though it may take a while for me to catch up. Maybe I should have a shot of tequila to go with the beer.

Actually, that sounds like a really good idea.