Day 3

I didn't go anywhere today.  I'm trying to conserve my gas and I have this huge to-do list that I have been putting off.  Can't hurt to go green right?  Some of these items include a design project I am doing for a friend, unpacking my college memorabilia, and the daily job search.  This design project I am working on for some reason is really hard for me to do (more on that later), so I put it at the bottom of the pile.  For those of you who truly know me, if I am choosing to clean my room before designing something, you know there is a creative block.  My day consisted of organizing my room, which is taking considerably longer than usual, and watching Iron Chef.  I swore that I wasn't going to turn on the TV, mainly because I LOATHE TV.  Lunch came around at 3 PM and I wanted some background noise and the TV was perfect for that.  I got sucked in.

When Mom got home I had all this built up energy.  In my case if that energy is not disposed of either I become a pest or I start feeling sorry for myself.  To keep a happy home I grabbed the bike and headed out.  The other day I did 6 mile.  3 in the morning and 3 more that evening.  I'm about to digress for a moment to brag.  I guess I had a lot of energy.  12 miles later and I am feeling great!  Ok, so 12 miles may seem like nothing for you seasoned riders out there, and to tell you the truth when I had a gym to go to 12 miles was a breeze on the stationary bike.  Let me tell you, County Road 206 is no stationary bike.  The gym does not prepare you for hills galore, fierce dogs, crazy drivers, the Texas heat, and the unrelenting wind.  6 miles with the wind and 6 miles cursing it. 

A nice bike ride through the country sure does let you see a lot of things.  I saw an abandoned TV, huge caterpillar, former druggie classmate, and somebody's lost lunch.  I feel sorry for the guy who lost his sandwich on the way to work, or maybe more for his wife who doesn't realize that she doesn't know how to make a decent sandwich causing her husband to discard it on the side of the road.  The TV... well it is really old and when something is really old people "take it to the country".  If you live there you know exactly what that phrase means.  Riding my bike without a helmet probably isn't the wisest.  Especially with former druggie classmates living down the road who swerve.  Either he was trying to see who I was or he recognized me and it was his form of hello.  Being hit by a car isn't my biggest fear when riding a bike, or me hitting a car which almost happened today.  If you see me riding and you wave don't expect me to wave back.  My equilibrium is not that well calibrated.  I swerve everywhere.  Can't ride no handle bar style.  My biggest fear is bob cats.  They are rampant.  Now on the the importance of the caterpillar.  Who cares about a bug?  Normally not me, but this one was HUGE.  It was squashed in the middle of the road which caused me to make a strange noise.  Now time for me to admit something to this blog.  I make noises.  Strange noises a lot of the time.  When you are bored growing up you find something to do to pass the time.  I have perfected the mouth trumpet, stumbled across a few accents, and have perfected the womanly grunt (just watch me play tennis).  Feeling that it was safe to do so I let out a noise that could only express my emotions of shock, disgust, and amazement.  Nobody around to hear right?  Wrong.  Somebody is always watching and listening.  To my surprise my neighbors grandson, who probably thinks I am an idiot now, just happened to be watching me cycle by.  Had  I been paying attention earlier I would have noticed and saved myself some embarrassment.

After 12 mies I decided it was time to bite the bullet and push myself out of the creative closet that I have been hiding in all day, or more like all week.  This shouldn't be so hard.  I've created countless publications.  Why is this brochure for a coast house driving me crazy?  Then it hit me.  It's because I don't know where to start.  With everything that I have created it has been a part of my life in some way.  Vacations however have not been.  As kids our parents would take us to Tyler for a weekend to go fishing and stay in a cabin, but that wasn't going on a vacation.  I've never flown anywhere in my life.  Once junior high hit mission trips were my form of a vacation.  I'm not complaining, so don't get me wrong.  When my parents took off of work there was always something to do around the house.  Painting, laying wood floors, putting up fences, you know the typical home repairs.  Not to mention you can't just pick up and leave the animals.  Who is going to  feed?  I had to figure out a way to bust through this incomprehensible concept known as the vacation.  After my bike ride I decided to go to Mexico.  Cancun to be exact.  I've seen pictures so I got the idea of it in my head.  I headed out back and plopped down on the hammock, closed my eyes, and listened to the wind.  The cool salty breeze washed over me as the waves crashed into the beach.  After a while the seagulls became pests and the dinner bell rang me back to reality.  It was a wonderful vacation and actually bust me through the wall of hindered creativity.

Shortly I will be finishing the brochure and I will let you know how it all goes.  Who knew that I needed was a bike ride to Cancun.