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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Monday, August 29, 2005
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.
Of course, for what that boat costs, we could pay off our mortgage and pay for most of a nice vacation home in the Russian River area. That means that, unless something changes dramatically, I won't be getting my boat anytime soon.