Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Monday, May 10, 2004
Sometime between noon and 1:30pm, someone took the dollar bill. At least they were paying attention.
Friday, mid-afternoon, I came across a dollar bill lying in the middle of the floor near the bathrooms at work. While a dollar is not an insignificant amount of money, I felt honesty and a clear conscience were certainly worth more than a single dollar.
I picked it up and put it out of the way. There is a decorative pattern of square holes in the wall at that point in the hallway. They open into the main lobby, making what could otherwise be a closed and oppressive hallway a little lighter and open. I slipped the dollar in one of those holes, thinking that either the original owner or, more likely, someone less honest or more in need than I would find it and claim it. I expected it to be gone shortly, of course.
This morning, I was on my way to get rid of some used coffee when I noticed it still there.
The conclusion, naturally, is that my coworkers are either very honest or oblivious to their surroundings.
Rather than go out to dinner last night, we ordered in for Mother's day. Rachel's mom had had rehearsals and it's challenging, sometimes, to sit in a restaurant with young children. It's more fun for the kids, too.