Relative Something

Try as I might, even though I know better, I continue to fall short of my ideals. I believe in the benefits of getting a full night’s sleep, yet I stay up late, and get up early, falling short of that goal. I know the value of eating a well-rounded diet of modest portions, yet I eat a narrow range of foods and continue to consume excessive portion servings. These are simple things that I have full control over. There are many more versions of this scenario that others face.

Maybe what is bothering me is the fact that I have failed to maintain a routine of walking and exercising to take care of my degenerating lumbar discs. Hopefully, choosing to write about these things will trigger the urge to achieve the ideals I value. My physical health will be an important asset in the future life we have been dreaming about lately.

On the drive home from the lake last Sunday, as we passed the multitude of horse farms along the way, I asked Cyndie if we were going to come up with a name for this property we are envisioning. She said, “Yes.”

I asked if we would have a sign at the entrance. “Yes.”

I wondered if I could make a sign out of stone, or if wood might better align with my abilities. Some of the places we pass have really beautiful signs.

Cyndie suggested a name. I took to it immediately. When we got home, I checked for active domain names related to it and found none. I may eventually test it out on family and close friends, but I don’t plan to reveal it until we actually purchase a property. Naming an imaginary property doesn’t feel right to me. It is quite possible that a place we discover will present its own name. In the least, I would like to know that the name we have in mind seems suitable for the farm we find.

I can’t help but compare all the local options we have looked at thus far, to a special place we know in Portugal. If we ever come to realize this dream farm of our own, the two places will definitely be related.