Relative Something

Here’s the deal. Loyal readers may have detected a brief pause in the previous routine of daily posts here at Relative Something. My world has gone all topsy-turvy. Not only have we seen our chance to visit Ian and family in Portugal dashed by Cyndie’s broken bones, but now my annual bicycle trip has been spoiled by the pain in my lower back.

It is my desire that the trials and tribulations I am experiencing lately not be repeatedly narrated here. It is difficult for me to avoid creating a whining rant of “woe is me.” Meanwhile, I have lost the discretionary time, not to mention the positive energy, which previously provided the resource I tapped for posting daily. I have been doing a bit more work in the kitchen than when Cyndie was in charge of food prep.

Yet, something tells me there is value to be mined from the foibles that I have been facing of late, especially if I am able to reveal lessons that unfold. You might think that having Cyndie down to navigating on one leg would calm things a bit around here and allow me the chance to write more. Currently, the small opportunity I thought I might find has been disrupted by the Scrabble game she downloaded for her iPad.

This game is downright addicting. To top it off, I have had a real lucky streak going and haven’t lost a game to her since we started playing this electronic techno version. Not having beat me yet seems to drive her to want to play even more. In fact, every time I get a thought flowing while trying to compose this post, that device makes the little briiiink sound, and she passes me the pad.

My deal may just be that I will be presented with a lesson on being a good loser very soon. There’s probably a 7-letter word for that.