Relative Something

Some things never seem to change.

Everything is constantly changing.

Hummingbirds have returned to our feeders.

Baltimore Orioles continue to hang around them, too.

People in the area have been reporting bear activity wrecking their bird feeders.

Our portable dehumidifier in the basement conked out.

The downstairs bedroom started getting damp soon after.

We are getting quotes for a more robust solution.

I found out my dental insurance isn’t accepted by our dental office because it’s a Medicare plan.

The chipped molar I’ve been living with for months will cost over $400.00 for them to repair with a filling.

If they fix it and the fix lasts for the rest of my life, I can spread out that expense in my head so it doesn’t seem all that much.

The last two overnight thunderstorms each dropped less than a half inch of rain.

The grass stayed wet all day long yesterday, so I couldn’t mow areas that are in need.

Instead, I used the string trimmer to finish cutting our trails through the woods.

On my last bike ride, the derailleur wouldn’t shift into the lowest gear I wanted on the steep hills.

I tried using the barrel adjustment for a quick fix, but that wasn’t the right solution.

To do it right, I need to start at the beginning and recalibrate the entire system.

If possible, I hope to complete that before taking the bike to the lake for Memorial weekend.

Somehow, we’ve reached the beginning of our summer schedule of spending weekends up at the lake place.

This summer, I am not going to be riding the Tour of Minnesota in June.

Instead, friends are planning our own rides and tent camping at different locations on different dates.

The Sparta/Elroy trail system will be our first destination in early June.

In August, I will be Cyndie’s plus one at her 50th high school class reunion.

Next week, I will attend the initial planning meeting for my 50th class reunion in 2027.

Historically, I’ve found the planning to be as much fun as the reunions, so I’m looking forward to it.

As I was walking toward the barn upon completion of my trail trimming, Asher didn’t seem to recognize me.

When I got close enough that he figured it out, he was suddenly bounding toward me with flopping ears and a smile on his face.

That kind of greeting from a dog is unparalleled.

I sure hope he doesn’t come upon any bears roaming around our property.

Some days, a writer just decides to write individual thought sentences.

It’s like a story poem.

Less lyrical.

More informational.

But creative, in its own way.

Don’t you think?

.

.