don't make me do this

I am a right-brained person and I love being this way.  When the children were growing up our family would eat at the dining room table.  Each person shared the highlights or low-lights of their day; and when that was done, Truett would pose a high level math problem for all of us.

It usually started with,  "There is a duck in a boat and a fox on the shore and the duck needs to get across the river.  How many trips did the duck need to make?  How many ducklings were there?  And what about the fox?  How many trips did he make? "

(You guys know I just made this problem up, as you probably figured.)

I remember plainly how Merry Jennifer would figure the problem out and how Clay would just stare at his dad and how I would shout, "I hate this!  Don't do this to me!  I don't care about the duck or the fox!" 

Well, after a full day of teaching wonderful, blessed, fourth graders, I was in no frame of mind to deal with a math problem because I am not a math person . . . never was . . . never wanted to be.  I know I've written this before; but growing up at my family's dinner table, my daddy would read us his poetry.  He would doodle.  He would share his art; hence, his children became right-brained.

Today I have had to deal with too many left brained decisions.  "Don't make me do this!  I hate this!", my mind screams.  But, I have no choice.  I am the only one to deal with daily decisions, dilemmas, etc.; plus, this has been going on since January . . . almost one full year!

For one, Truett has been obsessed with our 2000 Cadillac since his fall on October 13, or thereabouts.  When he was in the trauma ward, Truett insisted I bring him the keys to the Caddy.  I didn't take them, of course, because he was living on heavy pain killers. 

However, today, Truett said, "Start the Cadillac and get it washed in Gainesville.  That's the car we need to be driving."  So, this afternoon, I put the key in the Caddy ignition and the car was as dead as a doornail.  But, not only that, I couldn't get the key out of the ignition. 

"Don't make me do this!  I'm not this kind of person!"

But, by golly. I dealt with it.  I called the 1-800 number and the rescue truck came out and in the end, it was decided that mice were eating the Cadillac underparts and I need to buy a new battery.  "So," I asked.  "Do I get my $92.00 back?" 

What do you think?   Not only that, but we could not even figure out where the battery was.  We looked under the hood.  Not there!  We looked in the trunk.  Not there!  Finally, I read the manual, and the Cadillac battery is under one of the back seats.  Now, I'm wondering which one? But that's tomorrow's problem.

Over the past weeks, I have learned how to restart my computer when it shows "No IP address".  I have dealt with C-Pap equipment.  I have kept Advent Glass Works running.  I have paid bills.  I have worried. 

But, most of all, I have screamed, "Don't make me do this!  I'm right-brained!" 

 

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