Relative Something

It’s Saturday! And we’re burnin’ daylight! The day is almost half-over and we have so many chores on our list, we are overwhelmed with figuring out a logical priority.

Of course, Cyndie wants to tackle all of them at once. I prefer a more sequential order.

After a good, long night’s sleep, I want to be able to enjoy a leisurely morning in our precious new space, but I struggle to frame this time in a positive perspective, when the activities we have been engaged in are revealing more and more things that need tending to.

One hassle this morning arose from the act of activating Cyndie’s new iPhone and initiating a port request to transfer her old number to the new phone. The unique challenge of following computer and robot commands, mistake-free, when the instructions don’t jibe with the situation as you see it.

“Which number is it asking for?”

You can take a stab, but heaven help you if you chose wrong.

We experienced a brief thunder and lightning display in the early morning hours; just early enough that we were able to fall back asleep and appreciate the fact it was a weekend and we didn’t need to bound out of bed to hit the road in a race to beat traffic.

Now it is an interesting combination of windy, yet foggy. We need to get out and walk the property to map the location of buried utilities that we had marked this week. We have designs on getting some new fencing defined and installed, and noting where things are buried was a first step toward that.

I’m thinking about building a wood shed, although it may be something we bundle with a job Cyndie was hoping to request quotes for, toward building a hay shed down by the barn.

Before we had even roused from the warmth of our bed covers, Cyndie had her computer out and was compiling a list of things we have in mind to do, or purchase. I convinced her to convert it to a table, so we could add columns defining costs and priority, among other details.

As blissful as this place is, the number of things that deserve attention, as well as the things I would like to direct my attention toward (they are not always the same; no surprise!), conspire to interrupt my ability to dwell in the present moment and breathe deep of the wonder and beauty that surrounds us.

I am a patient man. I will learn how to master the art.

I will practice, and practice, and practice, over and over, again and again, starting with the first item of priority on our chore list that fits in our current budget.

Smiling, and breathing in the beauty and wonder all around me!

Yikes! It’s almost lunch time! I gotta go!

Happy Saturday!