Uncertainty

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.
-- John Milton

Tuesday, November 24, 1998

6:30 PM: I thought I knew what was going on for Thanksgiving. I was going with Jack to visit his parents in Eastern Washington. But as of this writing, all is up in the air, due to some family problems. We don't know if we'll be going as planned, if we'll go with his two daughters, or if we'll all be staying in town after all. This might not be decided until tomorrow evening.

Of course, I told Jack to do what seems best. He sounded bothered by the possible change in my plans, which really should be the least of his worries! So I'm proceeding as if we will go, packing, taking out the trash, handling the mail, and so on. If it turns out that we'll be in town after all, we can still go feast with my sister's family over at the house of friends W---- and J----.

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I was thinking about the Kim and Will saga this evening -- she's popped up again on diary-l in a big way. I suddenly realized, part of what makes me uncomfortable about the whole thing is that Kim's actions strike me as Javina-esque. Scary and out of control!

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I'm waiting for it to be time to go out dancing. I was later than I wanted to be this morning, so I skipped the shower-at-work routine and went straight to my office. (I'm still loving having my own -- almost -- office!) So I did need to wash my hair before going out dancing tonight. I scented the bathwater with "Christmas Spice" from the scent store, but what I'm smelling now is the cinnamon and clove oils that I mixed with lotion and annointed myself with. I need some more of that Christmas spice stuff, though! I had read journals when I first got home, but I just sent IE off to check for updates one more time and found that a few more folks had updated.

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Midnight: Home from Two-tone Tuesday. I really want this business to succeed, because I like Jen and Chris who are promoting it, and the dancing itself is fun. But! the venue! There is a leak in the roof directly over the dance floor, and with the rain the past few days, there was a puddle in the middle of the floor all evening. Only one lightbulb was still burning in the Ladies room. The front door doesn't close itself, so cold air kept blowing in all night. The room was cold to start with! There was water all over the tile in front of the door; a doormat would be a good thing to have. The owner (or is he the manager) wasn't there at all. The teenage girls who were working the door and the refreshment counter were practicing up to be grumpy diner waitresses in their old age, or maybe preparing for careers as civil servants at the DMV, since they had nasty attitudes and expressions throughout the evening. But the worst part, which really does change the equation about going there: beverages are no longer free! Ah, for the good old days, with those delicious mochas.

I got mail from Jack! The family problems have resolved themselves, so we'll leave tomorrow evening and drive up the Columbia Gorge to his parents' place in eastern Washington.