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, December 29, 2005
Not that anybody cares, but I actually do have a reason why I haven't posted anything in a while. It's calendar time again.
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I sent off an e-mail to someone I worked with ten, fifteen years ago yesterday. Her reply started off "How could I forget you?" I don't know why, but I seem to be a memorable person.
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After dropping Jared off at school, I chatted with Teacher Carol for a moment. She said it was a beautiful day (it was) -- a beautiful day to go shopping. I agreed, but lamented that instead, I was on my way to work. So she asked me if I liked what I did.
I answered, honestly, "No, not really."
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For me, Thanksgiving is a bigger holiday than pretty much any other. It has more meaning and I celebrate it more. To me, it means coming together with friends and family to express thanks for their influence on us and our lives.
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It was fifty years ago today that a young, tired, woman decided that standing up (or, more accurately, sitting down) for what's right was worth what might happen.
Thank you Mrs. Parks for having the courage to defy -- and ultimately change -- a terrible law and a vile part of our culture. Thank you also for giving others, myself included, the courage to do the same. There are, unfortunately, many more battles to be fought, many more small, closed minds to be opened, many inequities to be righted and though you are no longer with us in body, your spirit lives on. Thank you.
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