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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Friday, September 16, 2005
Happy Birthday B.B.!
Most everyone, I think, would like to be wealthy, at least somewhat. I'm not talking Bill Gates/Larry Ellison wealthy, but, at the least, house-paid-off-nice-car wealthy. Personally, I'd like to pay off my mortgage and be able to buy a vacation home, and maybe a little tent trailer. Wealthy enough that I can afford to spend time with the kids, but I don't need to be so wealthy that I don't need income. (Though I wouldn't mind it.) And, at this point in my life, I don't mind "cheating".
The subject of wealth has been on my mind a lot lately. From keeping up on the world of the wealthy and lusting after yachts, to worrying about the attempts to turn social security into a tax break for the wealthy. This is the first of a serious of posts (in theory, anyway) to explore my conflicted feelings.