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, February 23, 2006
Yesterday morning, we all got up early to have breakfast together and see John and Diane off; they had to be home for rehearsals later in the day. The kids were laughing up a storm, giggling, and being tickled, basically getting all stirred up by their Pa. We saw John and Diane off and started getting ready to head over to Carson City and the Children's Museum.
So we get a call early in the morning from Don Starbard, the guy who built the house in which we're staying. There had been some problems -- a couple of runaway thermometers -- and he needed to bring in a crew to do some work. We knew this might happen and it wasn't a problem. So we said come on over, we'll be going out for the day anyway. He showed up as we were getting ready to leave, and followed by a mold remediation crew from Sacramento. They went off to do their thing after assuring us it was safe for us to be in the house while and after they did their work.