Social Life?

I’m sure by this point, most of you have picked up on the fact that caching is a major preoccupation of my existence. I can seriously say that there are only a handful of things in my life more important to me than caching (my daughters, of course, being chief among them). And by a handful, I mean two, perhaps three. Despite caching taking its major position in my life, I still do other things. So, when I was invited to see a big band at a new jazz venue on Friday, I said yes. It was a good-sounding (if small) room which also revealed to me a great place to hide a night cache I’ve been holding on to. Unfortunately, there’s another cache just inside the 528-foot limit, so no joy from that perspective, but that’s not the point of this. I didn’t have a chance to find a cache all day, and there I was after the show with time running out, hoping to continue the streak that I claim I’m no longer keeping. The area was one of those socioeconomically disadvantaged areas I’ve written about in the past, so my options were limited to begin with, and I had already found most everything in the area. Not quite everything, though. Another of those newer caches dedicated to murals had been placed nearby recently enough that I hadn’t found it yet. At about 11:00 p.m., I found a DNA tube inside a magnetized nut on a pole near a long wall decorated with local Latino figures. It was in the right place at the right time, so I was happy to take it.

Saturday night I went out to do some karaoke. I dig karaoke and have a special monthly thing I go to, but again, not the point. I was feeling my oats and ended up having a few more beers than I normally do when I’m out. Therefore, on Sunday morning, I woke up with a mild hangover, something rare that I’m not used to because (a) I didn’t have them often in my youth, and (b) I never drank much to begin with and don’t drink much these days. When you and the weather are alike in that both feel unpleasant, there’s not a ton of motivation to get out of the house. That’s also a good time to get out and get some fresh air and activity. Don’t mistake me: I wasn’t super active because I felt meh. But getting out there helped. I popped up to Williamson County and found one by a roadside that could have used its own CITO, and I felt better by the time I got back home.

My point here (and I do have one) is that it’s possible to have other hobbies and interests outside of geocaching. The beauty is that you can still find time to slot your caching inside those other activities. Oh, and don’t tell anyone that I do things other than caching. I’ve got a rep to protect here.