Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Monday, May 22, 2006

The Road Not Taken -- Epilogue

After taking the last can down, I turned back toward the house. I approached one of the boulders in the front yard -- my zen rock -- knelt, and scooped the silt out of the basin in its top. I stood and went into the house to get dinner ready, secure in the knowledge that it would fill, once again, with clean water.

It's not all bad, this road I took. Not really bad at all, actually. It's a lot of work, indeed, but it's worth it. I have my partner, I have my kids, I have my zen rock.

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.