Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I went into the kids' room this morning to get them up and saw nothing but a huge pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals on Jared's bed. I wasn't too worried, as I knew he might have migrated to our bedroom, or he might be under the blankets or even under the bed. Upon closer inspection, however, I realized that the bedclothes were piled unusually high and there was absolutely no sign of Jared. Not even a toe or or finger was exposed. A little digging did determine that Jared was indeed burrowed underneath it all, and completely fast asleep.

Sara, meanwhile, was asleep in her crib, after having tossed her pillow, blanket, and everthing else overboard.

Journal Description

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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