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, June 01, 2006
I thought I would take a moment and respond to some of the comments I've received as of late. If you haven't commented, this may be of no interest to you, but then again, I can't imagine that anything here would be of any interest to anyone, so there you go.
Well, you see, she'd been acting up, being really naughty... Just Kidding! (Pardon me while I get the door -- it's the nice folks from CPS.) Actually, it's not that interesting. Our fridge has really deep door shelves -- they'll easily hold a gallon of milk. This means that when you open the door, there's a ledge at the bottom that sticks out. The shelves would be above it if the door were closed; the front edge meets the inside of the door. For whatever bizarre little reason, Sara likes to climb up on the shelf and try and close the door on herself. I don't pretend to understand women or children and I understand female children even less. We were on our way to swim class and I was getting milk for the kids. When I opened the fridge to get the milk, Sara climbed in. Rachel entered the kitchen and urged us to get going.
Unfortunately, I suspect Orwell's vision was not as bad as it is now -- we seem to be happily skipping down the path to our own stupidity. But the 1984 reference gives me an oppotunity to plug a friend's show adapted from Orwell's work and being put on by Tim Robbins' group, The Actors' Gang. It's going on tour, so watch for it. Rumours are flying too about a movie version, in case they don't come to your town.
There will definitely be a next time. Soon, hopefully. We'll get the picnic tables out in the back yard and make sure everyone can make it. Our front yard is definitely worth walking out front, although, admittedly, other than taking out the garbage, we don't get out there much. We park in the back and mostly use the back door. The back yard is nowhere near as nice as the front (actually, it's rather overgrown and has a lot of junk out there) but we've got plans for it -- a nice fence, perhaps a deck, and a big climbey thing for the kids to fall off of. (Especially my little traceur.)
Alice, from across the pond, noted "That's one thing I keep saying to myself; 'ok, things seem bleak right now and you wish things were different, but hey - you're healthy, you have food to eat (more than enough and you abuse that but thatís an issue for another day) a roof over your head, a loving family and a boyfriend who adores you. Some of the things ARE changeable and you're just going to have to accept the things that aren't and be grateful that your life isn't as bad as it might have been. People all over the world are suffering daily hardships that you will possibly never have to deal with and that makes you one of the lucky ones, just remember that and be thankful for all the things you have and all the things you don't have to face.'"
Everyone makes choices everyday... our life paths split infinitely every few moments as we make decision after decision after decision. Should I write "knickers in a twist" or "panties in a bunch"? Do I want a bagel or toast-and-peanut-butter for breakfast? Do I put the Land Rover on a boat for Botswana or stick around and take care of my Dad? Do we stick it out here barely able to pay our bills but with all our family and friends nearby, or do we chuck it all, buy a place in the middle of nowhere in Montana and start our own dental floss farm? Most of the time, there are no "right" choices. Sometimes one seems obviously better than the other, but what if, on that fateful night oh so many years ago, I had gone out on a date instead of going to a meeting for an Explorer Post which would eventually lead me to meet my future roommate, brother-in-law, and co-worker and all that that lead to. At the time, a date -- had it been an option -- would have seemed the obvious better choice. But would it have been? In the long run, probably neither would have been better, just different. Sometimes, when faced with the challenges and stumbling blocks on this path, I fantasize and pine for the high points of other, once-possible paths. And that's okay.
Not to worry... the sprinklers keep it supplied with fresh, clean water. Unfortunately, there are lots of places around the neighborhood for mosquitos to breed. We've even got a couple that I try to keep empty. Luckily, they don't seem to be too bad around here.
So there you go, the very epitomy of laziness. Another recycled post. Better than nothing, I guess, eh? Okay, maybe not.