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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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Today was Jared's first day of school. To say he was excited would be like saying that the ocean has been known to be somewhat damp. After a slow start waking up, he was nothing if not raring to go. Once he was dressed, he was hanging out at the backdoor, waiting for Auntie Gemma to show up so we could leave.
Lately I've gotten a bee in my bonnet about getting a yacht. Not something outrageous, mind you, just something big enough to take the kids (and maybe a couple of their friends) out for a vacation. I'd like a boat in which we could cruise up to Vancouver, B.C. or down to mexico. My current favorite has two staterooms and two heads, as well as a galley, dining area, and a salon.