Relative Something

Without a doubt, new items are what draws attention. Over the weekend, the new activity that created an urge in me to want to do it again is, stand up paddling (SUP).

Yesterday, just as I was getting ready to put bags in the car in preparation to leave, Cyndie’s brother asked if I could come down to the lake and stand on the board for some pictures. It ended up being 4 of us paddling around in front of the beach for pictures, and delayed departure by a bit more than an hour. It was time well spent.

I don’t know that I improved my technique much, but it did feel like it helped to increase my familiarity beyond the single, initial exposure to the sport, the day before. I am inspired to want to get out and do it again.

Along the same lines of new things getting all the attention, yesterday morning, after eating breakfast, it felt like I had something stuck between my teeth. I brushed. I flossed. Still, that same feeling on the tip of my tongue. Upon further review, I discovered a piece of one of my front, bottom teeth had flaked off.

My tongue just won’t leave the new edge alone. It is raw from the self-abuse. That new rough spot on my tooth is grabbing constant attention from my tongue, despite my now knowing there is nothing my tongue can do about it. What an exercise in self-control!

At least it is serving to distract me from noticing the poison ivy rash that appears to be developing on my arm.

On a more positive note, during our drive home from the lake, we visited the property that currently has all our attention as the favored choice for our future horse farm. There was nothing about the experience to dissuade us from our interest. On the contrary, the surrounding countryside appealed so much that we are even more interested in the place than we were before, if that is possible.

The distance from my current day-job is confirmed to be more than 60 miles, but there are options that may allow me to adapt to that. I will need to keep working to maintain access to health coverage and the regular income while we navigate the transition, so I am still tethered to the work in Plymouth.

If the property turns out to be as good a fit as we think it is, I believe that the long commute will be worth it. Of course, that’s easy for me to say, from here. We’ll see how I feel about it after waiting in bumper-to-bumper traffic a few times.

We have a long way to go before we get to explore any of that. There’s no guarantee that property will still be available by the time we can make an offer. My excitement meter will rise significantly when we begin to find some interested buyers for our house. We won’t be earnestly pursuing any new property until we actually sell the one we currently own.