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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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Here's a hot-tub-to-cold-pool shocker for you.
I've been going through my Archos Jukebox Recorder in more-or-less alphabetical order at work, scrolling down the list of artists selecting the next one that appeals at that moment.
Today, I've been in the R's. It was somewhat startling to go from Rossini's Les Peches de ma Vieillesse to Ruth Brown's Blues on Broadway.
Startling, but fun.
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Saturday morning, before the wedding, Cassie, Jake, John (Pa) and I were in the yard at Tall Timbers playing a bit of Frisbee. John went into his cabin, leaving me with the kids. Jake, however, didn't see where he went and, being four years old, had to find out.
| Jake: | Where's Pa? |
| Me: | I dunno. Maybe he got eaten by a chicken. Do you think a chicken could eat him? |
| Jake: | Noooo.... [chuckles] He's fat. |
Nota Bene: Pa is not fat. Unless you're a chicken contemplating eating him.
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