Relative Something

A lazy Saturday morning with allowance to sleep in a bit. What a treasure. My morsel of spare energy lately has been devoted primarily toward the process of interviewing members of my online community, Brainstorms. For each interview, I create a graphic with the person’s face and the logo, or logos, of publications they mention in response to my initial query. I find great pleasure in the mastering of tricks available with the software for image manipulation.

As a result of using my miniscule available spare time for that pleasure, I have hardly had a chance to practice playing the new mandolin my family presented to me as a combined Father’s Day/Birthday gift. I do find myself inclined to self-teach, but this instrument would probably require more years than I have available. The gift included one free lesson, so I have no excuse to struggle alone.

I never imagined I would find it so difficult to fit in a simple half-hour of walking everyday, as prescribed by my physical therapist treating my degenerating lumbar disc condition. Both Cyndie and I are trying to be good about doing our rehab exercises every day. We get to share the groans of effort to push the envelope of comfort and ability. Alas, healing appears to be coming along for her, and strengthening for me. I am enjoying some reduction in pain, but I don’t think Cyndie is receiving the same level of that benefit.

Since I have become more responsible for meals, we are going out to breakfast this morning. We get to park in the handicap spaces now when we go out. Not a victory I relish.