Relative Something

For most people of the world, today is just another day, albeit a Friday, which can be special in and of itself. For me, today is special because June 26 is the date of the day that I was born many years ago. Other than that, nothing is different. For those who see a lot of value in marking a milestone, this is a fair one to mark. To me, it doesn’t mark anything significantly different from yesterday or last week or even last year.

In my younger days, with brother, David, my greatest of pals at that age, when having a birthday 6 months from Christmas was about as good as it gets... (His is in early January, poor guy.)

They all feel the same to me. Wait, there is one change I just learned about yesterday… my health insurance premium is jumping up around $97/month now that I’ve entered the next age bracket. I’m thinking I want to get my money’s worth and show them a thing or two by needing to make all sorts of visits to the doctor now, but maybe that’s not in line with reaching my highest potential for optimal health.

One of the very sweetest gifts I’ve received thus far is being granted the entire day off work, at a time when I was worried I wouldn’t get another day for months due to my recent spat of vacation days. We’re headed to the most precious place I have been blessed to have access to, Wildwood Lodge Club, in the area of Hayward, WI, where Cyndie’s family have membership in a private association of vacation homes; one of the best of my many valuable communities of friends. This trip is to involve several convertibles which will likely mean choosing back roads and making stops along the way for food, drinks, and visits to scenic spaces.

I’ll bring my travel guitar and my hammock that folds into a little pouch and of course my camera. I just may capture something worth sharing here, either in story or by image. But really, what is any different about all of that? Kinda seems like the same old, same old to me.

I’m a lucky guy. Happy Friday!