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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Sunday, September 18, 2005
I seem to have done a better, financially, than a lot of the folks I hang out with. Whenever I attend a potluck-type event, I have a tendency to bring more than might be expected. Similarly, when I host a party, I try to make sure that there is plenty of food, enough so that I can send extras home with others. This is, I think, in large part, an attempt to share the wealth, if you will. My attempt at sharing what I have with those close to me who might not have as much.
Is there really a need for this? Do I really need to feel guilty? As one person said to me, "I might envy you but I'm certainly not resentful." Still, I feel uncomfortable, sometimes, talking about our plans for our house with people I know don't own a home. And yet, is there really a problem with it? And do I need to be overly generous to "share the wealth", as it were? Or, should I just not worry about it?
As if it weren't bad enough that your home was destroyed, your business wiped out, your community very nearly removed from the face of the earth, suppose you had to take a pay cut to help rebuild it? It seems Bush thinks it's a mighty spiffy idea.