Yesterday was one of the stranger days of my life. Apparently there have been some acts of vandalism directed against some Chinese families in our neighborhood; my wife had warned me that stones were thrown at our house one day recently. Because of the impending slow-mo Showdown at the House of Blue Leaves in my office, and because of an impending meeting,
I was up rather early yesterday morning (though I'm often up that early to go to the gym), but without much sleep.
Anyway I saw what I convinced was the culprits' car, and the culprits therein, which made for a rather weird confrontation. When faced with having to defend my family, I have found that I can revert to some rather strange behavior. Seeing the apparent culprits, though completely unarmed, I stared at the idling vehicle and its occupants to try to remember all I could in case I had to describe it to the police. In so doing, I noticed one of the occupants of the car, with a closely shaved head, was staring at me. In response, I adopted the same expression and demeanor I had once appreciated on the face of a bodyguard sent by the mob to guard an exotic dancer at a friend's batchelor party many many years ago: an expression of almost joyful murderousness, a "go ahead, fuck with me" kind of face, all the while being hyper-mindful and keeping MU very close. Not that I could do anything but run if confronted, but I hadn't had much sleep and I didn't have my cell phone with me.
Apparently that is enough to scare off low-life wannabe skinheads in this part of town. Racist wankers. I had an uncle that worked for Bugsy Segal; I never knew this growing up, and only found out about it after he died. Which was too bad- if that meme had been gently propagated in my neighborhood when I was a kid perhaps the neighborhood bully wouldn't have tried something with my little brother, prompting an almost Shakespearian tale of revenge (note to self: must remove Tarantinoisms from my writing). But what the heck- it's apparently in my genes somewhere.
Yesterday I was able to infer that the folks who the cmpany I work for practice politics at a mulitdimensional byzantine level that some low level managers like the one to whom I report don't seem to begin to grasp, in my view. Which is probably too bad for them, because I understand what they're doing and why. I have to set up a meeting with the president of my outfit and say to him, "You sly dog, you!"
Finally, the day turned a 180 with a visit to my son's school. My son sat stood for 20 minutes showing us how he painted a picture. He definitely DOES NOT have attention deficit disorder. He put stuff away. He demonstrated some really cool abstract, purposeful thinking, and is learning to read and count. I did not give a microgram of feces over my current 会社の危機.
To top it all off, we went out for my wife's birthday to a local restaurant, Beaches.
What we didn't know is that the wait staff actually took my kid around, affording me about 20 mintues to actually talk with my dear wife.