A Hostage of Right Brain Disorder

Well, you would think that I would have learned my lesson after the scare of the summer, but no. I had to go out and add stress to my life today. I put an offer down on a piece of property that I have been looking at for over five years. I have watched as it has gone up for sale a number of times and I was simply too scared to make an offer. The tumor changed that. I need to build a house…not any house, but one that has been dwelling in my head since my college days. I should know something very shortly and I’ll post it here…as well as my design sketches and things. Pray for me.

Tonight, sports fans, is the first Powell home game…meaning the first concession stand night as Booster President. I feel like I have the eyes of the entire world on me because we have totally redone the stand over the summer, changed the menu and redone the procedures. Never mind the fact that the stand did precious little business last season, there are plenty of naysayers circling like vultures simply because I have refused to “do it the way it always has been done”. I personally don’t care what people think of me (the ordeal of the summer beat that out of me) but I don’t want the people who put so much time and effort into this to suffer.

Besides, I think that it just might be amazing and we’ll surpass our rather aggressive goals. That just might be fun. We’ll see. More tomorrow.

And so now it begins…the next chapter of the ongoing story. New blog title, new blog direction. Thanks go out to all of you creative folks that entirely failed to send me suggestions. So no complaints from anyone.

You may notice that I didn’t say “my ongoing story”, for there is one tiny lesson that I have learned from the ordeal of the last few weeks and that lesson was to become aware of how much that the interrelations of people in your life affect even the most mundane details of your thoughts. Having had more time flat on my back with nothing to do within the last month than I have had in the last, oh, 25 years, I have begun to realize how deeply these interactions have affected me.

The problem is, I now have a lot of puzzle pieces and some vague thoughts on how to put them together, but somehow I feel like the puzzle is of a Picasso painting and if I put it together wrong no one will notice…but me. And if you know me at all, you realize that something like that will drive me bonkers.

More to follow…and soon.

Also, the blog is now open for posting replies, but I do reserve the right to zap any and all replies for no reason whatsoever. Happy posting!

I thought about titling this post “ups and downs”…until I realized that I had already used that one. Labor Day will mark five weeks since the surgery. It feels like maybe two…and that’s pushing it. I get mad at myself when things hurt, even though the doctor told me specifically that this would happen, but today was a pretty bad day. I aggravated the situation by scheduling a very full day yesterday, knowing full well that Paul had a special day for the crew planned for today. I simply couldn’t miss that because the guys have really done a super job while I’ve been out, but I was also really worn out and in pain all afternoon. Ah, well…at least there is the long weekend to recover.

Recover…except that I have three estimates, three T-shirt designs, a series of sign designs and a checklist of things needing to be done for the high school concession stand to do over the weekend. Yes, life truly is back to normal.