Relative Something

This new blog venture, Relative Something, is 10 days old now and beginning to become a bit more organized. I’ve yet to master all the settings and customizations available to me, but it is far enough along that I have begun to invite a wide range of people who I hope will appreciate discovering this place to read about the things they hear in passing of my various adventures and stories.

In update to some of the previous posts, I will report that my concern over medication side effects proved to be unnecessary and, in fact, that a fair amount may well have been psychosomatic. However, the cold appears to be the real deal. Maybe I’ll be lucky and build up antibodies right before my trip. And regarding one item I haven’t written about here yet, I continue to seek therapeutic sports massage to break up scar tissue in my calf muscles. It appears to be making gains, and if it weren’t for the pending trek, I would have returned to playing soccer a week or two ago already.  Just playin’ it real safe right now.

Departure for the trek in the Himalayas is set for April 2nd. So, I have one weekend left before I go. I’m debating in my mind about the best way to use this last weekend. Part of me really wants to linger long in my bed and power-lounge the time away while I still can, but there is plenty to tend to and time should probably not be wasted in such a way.

Speaking of ‘time’, which appears to be on my mind lately –if you’ve read the previous posts– I am wondering about bringing a watch on the trek. For most of my adult life, I have worn a wrist watch. I’ve found myself re-examining some of my former habits and patterns, ever since my life was tossed into turmoil by a break-in to my car where my briefcase containing pretty much everything that you don’t want stolen, in terms of finance, personal identity, and iPods, was taken and fraudulently used and abused back in January of 2008. One of those patterns that has changed was the wrist watch. First, I practiced going without it during vacation time. Eventually, I quit wearing it altogether. However, I have had a cell phone to rely on if I really need to know the time. I will not be bringing my cell phone on the trek. I’m thinking I may tuck a watch into my pack somewhere, just to have the option.

And since this is a status report, I will take advantage of this venue to report that regarding the aforementioned criminal activity of which I was victim, one of the persons identified as attempting to use a stolen credit card of mine has been arrested, tried, and convicted of that crime, among many other related counts. He is serving time and is technically now working for me as one of the judgments passed was that he needed to pay his victims back from his prison wages. I’m not holding my breath (I can’t afford to be cavalier with my breath at this point) to see any payment; I am a ways down the list of his victims.