Relative Something

Yesterday, we enjoyed a classic Sunday at the lake… forgive me for choosing to simply list the ways:

• wife on the deck powering her way through to the end of a book
• an inspiring song popping up on the random shuffle of my entire music library
• the success of a reply to a broadcast message seeking volunteers to occasionally feed horses
• hummingbirds returning to the freshly filled feeders
• the ping of an alert informing us of a flood watch issued for overnight at home
• acorns randomly bouncing on the deck from the branches of the oak tree overhead
• dew point in the 50sF and air temperature in the low to mid 70s
• a single loud and clear loon call in the middle of the afternoon
• meditative progress on sanding out tool marks from a sculpted wood shape

• using up all the food we brought from home without needing to shop or eat out
• allowing ourselves an exception to buy fresh corn cobs from a street vendor on the way up
• mentally winding down a weekend at the lake
• not leaving until Monday morning to avoid Sunday’s usual travelers returning to their homes
• sheets and towels washed in advance to facilitate an early morning departure

We head home this morning, where we will learn how wet it got after the series of deluges that rolled over the region while we were up north. Only one of those downpours made it to Hayward. The rest of the time, we enjoyed pleasant mid-August at-the-lake weather.

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