Relative Something

In this day and age of instant communication, it is an interesting psychological torture to need to ask someone a question, but be unable to reach them by phone, or email, or FaceTime, or text message, day after day. Of course, eventually, the question becomes moot.

So, maybe the question never needed to be asked in the first place.

Life goes on, sure. But it would be more pleasant with some answers for those questions that apparently don’t need to be asked.

It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know there was technology that allowed for instant answers. This must be what it was like to live in the time before electricity was harnessed. Cool.

Meanwhile, on a subject that involved no questions, yesterday I made a great big decision, all by myself. I finally called the health club where our morning futsal games are played and asked to have my membership canceled. I am no longer going to run up and down that wood-floor basketball court in the mornings before heading off to the day-job.

The club requires members to come to the club to cancel their membership, so I made a point of walking the distance, as an act of defiance for the circumstances that have taken away my ability to play soccer in the mornings. I can still walk with the best of them.

It is a milestone. I’ve been playing that game with those friends for decades. I’m framing it as another step toward preparing myself to move away from here and live somewhere rural with some horses.

I will go for walks with the horses.