Relative Something

A cold Saturday morning dawns clear blue and all sunshine with little regard for the strange dream about that yellow 747 commercial airliner on the ground on Pioneer Trail across from the Flying Cloud baseball fields and the back-up of traffic as investigators moved the population of gawkers lined up, toward rows of banquet tables based on alphabetical order of their last names.

I can’t help thinking such craziness may have been caused by the small setback in hamstring rehabilitation that occurred as I tried dipping my toes in a little floor hockey action last Wednesday evening. I sensed that I wasn’t up to the ability of participation at full speed, but it caused no pain to run at something of a jog. Then, without warning, Ouch!, there it goes again. Tried too hard, too soon, and I’m back to ice and ibuprofen treatments and just that much farther from being my old active self. Frustrating, I tell ya. Like a weird dream with fragments of familiarity sprinkled about.

It is funny how quickly the change occurs from having us comfortable with temps in the 30’s when that first big melt commences to having that same temperature seem so uncomfortably cold after a couple weeks in the 40’s, 50’s and those two days of almost too hot 6o’s in March. Today is sunny, but too cold. Today I don’t have to work, but I can’t do anything athletically strenuous.

Yahoo! I can watch the March Madness tournament and root around in Ancestry.com nooks and crannies. I am just several last names short of being able to present our children with the 32 great, great, great grandparents who contributed to them through us. One striking revelation in just the surnames alone is that their mother provided a lot of Scandinavian lineage and I appear to have mostly English names of folks born in the eastern US and Canada. Both of us share enough Irish to fully warrant wearin’ o’ the green on St. Patties Day, even though I mostly don’t bother.

Of course, for the purposes of the US Census, none of that matters. We are White, you know.

Brrr.