Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life


Friday, June 02, 2006

I Love Vacations. I Hate Vacations.

One of the challenges of living in San Francisco is that you never want to leave. If you do, you are bound to miss something. Other places maybe have one or two or ten big events each year; it's easy to plan around them. In San Francisco, there's something great going on every freaking day!

Ann just left a comment saying she might be in town for the Pride Parade. I thought "Great! We're going to that too!" Then I looked up the date. Sure enough, we'll be in Calistoga on vacation. We'll miss the whole weekend. That sucks, because it's always a fantastic party. And, if I may be a little selfish, it's a great learning experience -- the kids get shown that people, even those who might seem a little different at first, are really all alike. And I don't have to do anything except have a good time. Alas, we're gonna miss it.

Then, on a whim, I checked the date of the San Francisco Free Folk Festival. Two years ago, I had just gotten there when Rachel called to tell me to come home because she was going into labor. I explained that since the festival was just a few blocks from the hospital, it made more sense for her to come on over and I'd meet her there, but you know women in labor -- there's just no reasoning with them. Last year we missed it because we were in Calistoga. This year, once again, we'll miss it -- it's the same weekend as the parade. The Free Folk Festival has introduced me to some of my favorite artists -- Utah Phillips, Caren Armstrong, Hawkeye Herman, and many others.

Both these events are sure to be great. They're both free as well. And speaking of things going on that you don't want to miss (and that are free), the Stern Grove Festival is about to get underway. We'll miss the Amadou et Mariam/Otis Taylor concert on the 25th, but I hope to make it for at least a few of the others. You should too.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do my best to enjoy myself as I lounge about by the pool.



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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