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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Monday, May 08, 2006
"Look! The leaves are dancing!" -- Jared, artfully describinq bushes moving in the breeze.
"Is that a Yes-no or a No-no?" -- Me, querying Sara whose answer to every question is "no".
"Where's the driver?" -- Jared, not quite understanding how renting a car really works, after being picked up and driven to the rental agency.
Recently, it was discovered that the NSA, the super-secret government spy agency (okay, so they claim to be cryptologists) had teamed up with AT&T to intercept and listen in on all internet and telephone traffic, without warrants and without just cause. Of course, it's okay because our divinely guided leader says it is.
"We're late. Get your daughter out of the refrigerator." -- Rachel, as we head out for swim class.
This was a big weekend, and we're all still pretty tired.
"What did you like best about your birthday party, Jared?"
"We're getting you a birthday present! Do you like dogs?" -- One of Jared's classmates, breathlessly greeting him at school two days before his birthday party.
Four years ago today, Jared was born.
Since that day, he learned to walk, talk, and drive me completely bonkers. He is big and smart and growing faster than a magic beanstalk. He is caring and empathetic. He is reading and starting to add and subtract. He looks after his sister and his schoolmates. He is unique, an individual. He is, overall, a very good kid.
Happy Birthday, Buddy!
I helped Jared put the dollar he got for finding the Afikoman in his piggybank. "Wow! You've got a lot in here," I told him, hefting loaded swine. "You keep saving your money like this and someday you'll be able to buy a car, or even a house!"
"Or a tow truck!"
"Ouch!" -- Sara after jumping off her brother's bed onto the hard floor.
"Are you okay?" I ask with great concern.
Sara laughs, gets up, and runs to do it all over again.
If you're the sort of person who believes in "every man for himself" and "I gave at the office" and that Social Security should be revamped so you get back what you put into it, then never mind. In fact, what the heck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off shopping or something? If, on the other hand, you are the sort who sees everyone as part of a larger community where each person helps and is helped by every other person as necessary, then you'll want to pay close attention.
The Child Study Center benefits us all, whether we have kids or not, whether we're local or not. Better educated kids grow up to be better citizens, less likely to be involved in illegal activity or otherwise require excessive assistance from the state. They grow up to contribute to society rather than detract from it. The CSC doesn't just educate 32 children a year, it educates teachers who will go on to educate thousands of other children. Further, the research done there helps early childhood educators everywhere do their jobs better. So, in the grand scheme of things, it comes down to spending a little on the CSC now means spending a lot less on things like welfare, police, correctional facilities, and so on later.
I know you understand that; I just wish the geniuses at SF State understood it. (For that matter, I wish everyone understood it.)
I am so looking forward to the day when Jared can make it through an entire meal without dropping something on the floor.