Relative Something

I found myself quoting and re-quoting from a favorite old song of ours, by the Roches, yesterday: “I am trying not to have a bad day.” And, “everybody knows what kind of day that is.”

As absolutely beautiful and enchanting as this place we are calling Wintervale is, it doesn’t come without a cost. I am aware of that, and aware that some aspects of the costs will eventually bother me, like the long commute to my current day-job. But yesterday, in addition to the long drive, little nitpicky things that I have been living with sans complaint thus far, and blissfully ignoring, began to nip at me with increasing annoyance.

I miss being able to take a regular morning walk, followed by exercising. I think my loss of exercise time is the first piece of a compounding problem. By the end of my very long days, especially as they drag on into time I am supposed to be sleeping in preparation for the VERY early start the following morning, my tolerance is thin, and I succumb to a lowly negative perspective about every little thing.

I’m short sleep, short exercise, short healthy regular diet, and short on patience. I’m tired, frustrated, …and as happy as can be to be living here in this amazing place.

My voting experience on Tuesday was a blast. I needed to register at the poll, and got to spend some extended time with the local election officials who are my new community. They were wonderfully friendly, and quaintly down home country in nature. I will be very comfortable here.

Now if I can just figure out a way to get back some of my health regimen that has escaped me since we moved, all will be good. Maybe I should look into a car with pedal-power assist.