Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Introduction

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, August 25, 2005

I Am Getting SO Old

There we were, Jared and I, at Children's playground in Golden Gate Park at the top of the two thirty-foot (or so) concrete slides. It was Jared's first time, and he's not even three-and-a-half, so he was a little cautious; he wanted me to go down with him. I positioned our piece of cardboard (makes you go faster), sat down on it, and lifted him on to my lap.

Then, as I looked down this suddenly near-vertical hill, I got scared.

We made it to the bottom in one piece and Jared was on his way back up the hill almost before I could get to my feet. He went down once without cardboard, grabbed a piece from the ground at the bottom of the slide, and exclaimed as he ran past me back up the hill, "I need go faster!"

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