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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Saturday, March 11, 2006
March 15th is the fourth annual International Eat A Tasty Animal for PETA day. I'm not sure what we're having, but I'm sure it will be both tasty and formerly a critter. Hmmm... Maybe a trip to Harry's Hof Brau for lunch is in order, for a Big Plate O' Meat?
Mind you, I'm against hurting animals unnecessarily, but I'd be willing to bet that if a hungry grizzly encountered me in the forest, he wouldn't stop and reassure me that he's a member of BETH -- Bears for the Ethical Treatment of Humans. More likely, he'd be a member of HALF -- Humans Are Lovely Food. I wwas on a rafting trip once and spotted a car parked near our campsite with a PETA sticker on it. Funny thing was, it was a BMW with leather seats.
To sum up, critters is food and tools and even, occasionally, entertainment.
No more Bubble Boy. Jared is growing up.
I saw an accident today. I had stopped off to mail our tax stuff and was about to get back into the car when it happened. Further on down the line, a car was pulling into a parking place but swung too wide and hit the car parked next to it. It was a pretty load crunch and it sounded like there was some damage. I watched to see what would happen next.
We were in the Laurel Village area Saturday to get Jared's hair cut and afterwards, I decided to drive by to see if I could spot a shoe store I was interested in. Sure enough, there it was, and a parking place to boot. So we unloaded the kids to check it out. We ended up walking out with new shoes for both kids.
Jared and I were in Raley's in Incline Village on Saturday, our last day in the Tahoe area. We were picking up some sandwiches to eat on the way home. Jared had been interested in the number dispenser that had been empty the whole time we had been there and was playing with it. I asked him to stop and he did. He stood there instead and sounded out the first word on the sign above the dispenser:
"Puh - Luh - Eee - Sss"
Entirely on his own, he read the word please -- not a simple word. He has been reading his CVC words for quite a while -- slowly, sounding out each letter and blending them, but reading them nonetheless -- and even some CVCC and CCVC words, but this was impressive even for him.
Hi. I'm Roger. What do I do here?
Man o man... you don't know how much I was hoping for four to six feet of new snow on Friday night or Saturday morning. Not enough to trap us in the house, but enough to trap us in Tahoe.
Despite a few issues, we had a wonderful time. Jared and Sara, despite the strep throat thing, got to do a fair bit of sledding. Mostly, they had a blast with their grandparents and got to see a world different from the one they are used to. Me, I'm already looking forward to next year.
Sara and I were taking a shower this morning when she walked across the bathroom, lifted the cover of Jared's potty, and sat down. She did this twice, actually, and when she was done, sure enough, there was pee in the potty. It was most likely a fluke, of course, but at least it's a good sign.
Jared's latest television favorite is Singin' In The Rain -- the classic musical with Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds, and Donald O'Connor. Luckily, we brought it with us to Tahoe because he must have watched it at least a dozen times lying on the couch. I'm not exactly sure why a three-and-a-half year old kid would be so into it, but I'm also not exactly surprised.
His maternal grandmother is the director (supposedly retired now) of a musical theatre company, a dancer and dance teacher, actress, and singer. His maternal grandfather is a jazz pianist who played piano and keyboards for all the big shows here in town, including Singin' in the Rain. His mother taught tap dance for about a dozen years or so before becoming a school teacher. On the other side, his paternal grandmother was a pianist (classical) and while his paternal grandfather claimed only to play the radio, he was certainly enthusiastic and knowledgeable about music. I've taken tap (before I met Rachel, even) as has his Uncle Harry and Uncle Daniel.
I guess it's not surprising at all, really.
Unfortunately, all is not entirely well with the whole strep throat thing. After the first successful dose, Jared refused to take it, except with the tiny .8ml dropper from the infant tylenol. On top of that, he threw up last night at dinner.
Yesterday morning, we all got up early to have breakfast together and see John and Diane off; they had to be home for rehearsals later in the day. The kids were laughing up a storm, giggling, and being tickled, basically getting all stirred up by their Pa. We saw John and Diane off and started getting ready to head over to Carson City and the Children's Museum.
So we get a call early in the morning from Don Starbard, the guy who built the house in which we're staying. There had been some problems -- a couple of runaway thermometers -- and he needed to bring in a crew to do some work. We knew this might happen and it wasn't a problem. So we said come on over, we'll be going out for the day anyway. He showed up as we were getting ready to leave, and followed by a mold remediation crew from Sacramento. They went off to do their thing after assuring us it was safe for us to be in the house while and after they did their work.
It was the fall of 1985 and I had spent nearly a year as a data entry clerk, programmer, and system manager for a small import company, working on a Compupro 8/16 S-100 system running MP/M-86, a multi-user version of the venerable CP/M operating system. It was fun, I loved the system, and the people I worked with were pretty cool. Unfortunately, the owners of the company decided to return to china and not pay the employees. After a month or so, we all went, en masse, down the the EDD to file a complaint and sign up for unemployment benefits.
"Can you kiss my butt?" -- Jared after a particularly hard landing while sledding.