Relative Something

It is Sunday morning, and I have slept in after getting to bed late last night. We had a wonderful time visiting friends in the distant west suburbs of Minneapolis yesterday, an opportunity accommodated by our daughter, Elysa, who ventured east to give our animals care and attention they are accustomed to receiving over their dinner hour.

Today, it is cold and rainy outside, gloomy, grumbling thunder gray, and I don’t have anything prepared to post. Sometimes when this happens, I pay a visit to the archives and see what I wrote a year ago at this time. I had posted a ‘Words on Images’ poem of possibility. The picture was a snow background, which doesn’t feel right at all now. We are trying to be done with snow, maybe more so than ever this year because the memory of the major 18″ snow event we suffered last year on May 2nd continues to haunts us.

I navigated to posts made for a day before and after the 27th, in 2013. Then I headed to 2012, when we were fixing up our Eden Prairie home in order to put it on the market, toward the dream we had of finding a horse property.

The archive treasure trove goes all the way back to March of 2009, when I was preparing for a trek in the Himalayan mountains of Nepal. That adventure was the catalyst for my starting this blog, Relative Something. I have endeavored to schedule a post every single day since.

I invite you to select a month from the Previous Somethings pull down bar on the right side of this page, to pick your own day to re-visit from the over 5-years of posts chronicling *this* John W. Hays’ take on things and experiences. It’s a trip!

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