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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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Well, we have internet connectivity (DSL through SBC) but still no phone lines. Go figure. This morning, as I left the house, there were four -- count 'em, four! -- SBC vans parked by the big phone box on the next street over.
I briefly toyed with the idea that it might have been a republican plot, knowing that our neighbors across the street were busy calling everyone everywhere that mattered to get them to vote for Kerry, but it turns out that other than a rather static-y connection on Tuesday, they hadn't lost phone service. So either it's not a republican plot (I never really thought so) or they are complete screw-ups (I thought so).
So, you still can't call me, but at least I can check out your web page.
"Daniel, my brother, you are older than me..."
I had a long talk with Daniel last night. Apparently, I am not the first to have done the whole garage/rack/tent thing.