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, July 21, 2005
I was reading Red Harvest, a journal usually way over my head, when I came across an entry that caught my eye. The author linked to a story on another site and said that reading it made him want to hug his son. Well, that's right up my alley, seeing as how I have a son.
At some point, Jared discovered that if he took a rubber duckie, put its bottom against his chest, and pushed, it would make a fart sound. So now, much of his bath and shower time is spent making duck farts.
In case you've been wondering, I've been sick. I came down with a flu that completely knocked me dead for two days, and I wasn't much better the following four. As if that weren't enough, it was followed up by an upper respiratory infection. That involved a whole lot of coughing, chest aches, and severe tiredness. I spent a lot of nights sleeping in Rachel's rocking chair with the humidifier going.
I'm still not 100% -- the cough is still with me, but at least it's manageable. I haven't caught up on sleep and my appetite isn't back to normal, but those are minor issues. The worst of it all was that Rachel was stuck taking care of the kids by herself as well as trying to take care of me. Hopefully, she won't get the same thing.
If you're into camping or backpacking, you've no doubt seen egg carriers -- yellow, plastic, compartmentalized cases for whole eggs. Well, that's all fine and dandy if you've got an RV or even if you're car camping and have a lot of space, but if you're cramped for space or are carrying your gear on your back, then don't bother.
Before you go, crack the eggs into a wide-mouth water bottle. Now you have a compact container of eggs ready to pour into a skillet or to add to a recipe.
Friday was our night to cook in Calistoga, so we got a cake for Sara's birthday. We of course all sang happy birthday. A little boy whose room was on the second floor above ours heard the singing and ran down with his father in tow.
His father explained that the boy, Kyle, had heard the singing and was hoping there might be an extra piece. Naturally, there was, and we were happy to share.
The next day we went out to the pool and Diane came over saying she wanted to intmoduce us to someone. "This is the man whose boy wanted some cake last night. They live right near you." Turns out, they're a couple, originally (and obviously) from Scotland, and they live just a couple of streets over. Their son was just three, so he and Jared are almost exactly the same age.
We chatted and agreed we should exchange info so the boys can play together. Unfortunately, when all you're wearing is a swimsuit, a pen and paper can be difficult to come by, not to mention hang onto and keep dry. I did eventually get them our info. So far, we haven't heard from them, but I fully understand the challenges of getting back into the swing of things, both at home and at work, after a vacation, especially when you have kids.
A skirt should never be wider than it is long.
When taking eggs out of the carton, take an equal number from each end. That way, you don't end up with someone picking up the light end and having it flip out of their hands because its unbalanced.
By now, you've probably figured out that I've posted a whole lotta stuff I wrote offline. For the first time, I had no internet access whatsoever while on holiday. I did use a modified version of Dugh's tip number three, however. I wrote a lot of stuff in my visor, using a program called DayNotez from Natara. (I also use their Bonsai outline program and love it.)
I've still got a few stories to tell about the Calistoga trip, but I'll get to them in time.
I didn't get all the tips in I wanted, but I got most of them. (Don't worry, I'll share the others eventually.) Just in case you weren't paying attention, here's a summary: