On Being GroundedPosted: December 2, 2011
As you might guess, I have my upcoming surgery on my mind.
I’m not terribly concerned about the actual surgery. I understand what is going to happen. The reasons for the surgery and the expected results are clear. Everything is going to be fine.
It is even kind of nice that I’ll get a few weeks away from work. That hasn’t happened since I was fifteen. There will be no alarm clock bossing me around. I’ll have three weeks to write.
Becoming pain-free. Having free time. Time to see if I can actually do what I dream about doing with words. What’s not to like?
I Can’t Go Out And Play
After my two days in the hospital, I’ll go home. I will stay there. And stay. And stay. I will stay home for three weeks. Unable to leave. Unable to drive. Not allowed to ride in a car. I’ll be grounded. I’ll be on house arrest. I can go anywhere I can walk. There aren’t many places I can go on foot from my house.
The Omawari-son will be home for the holidays just before my surgery. There will be no Frisbee golf with him. No lunch at Lupie’s. No lunch at Lupie’s is big. I love going there to hear about his world while I have a bowl of their fantastic chili.
Sure, I’ll be able to get out of the house a little. I can go for walks. The doctor wants me up and around. So do I. So I will walk the neighborhood. My beard will be growing in. People won’t recognize me. Someone will call the police about a suspicious character in the community.
I won’t mind that at all. I like that my neighbors are looking out for each other. I’ll probably know the police officer that stops me. It’s just that I will want to go and ring doorbells after the police leave and say “hi, it’s me. I live down the block. I was your kid’s t-ball coach. Remember when your son was in band in high school, the guy that ran the parent meetings? That was me. I’m not a vagrant, I just grew a beard because I don’t have anything else to do.”
The Stars Align…For Frustration
There is a college football bowl game that will be played twenty minutes from my house a few days after Christmas. All the people who get paid to figure such things out predict that North Carolina State University will be one of the teams selected to compete in that game.
N.C. State, where The Omawari-son is a member of the marching band. Yes, The Power Sound Of The South will be in town to perform before and during the game. My son and his horn will be playing where I live. But I can’t go.
I even called my doctor’s office and asked. The answer is no. Something about “time to heal”. Blah, blah, blah. I want to go to the game, but the doctor’s office is the boss of me.
Auuuuuuuugh, I don’t like this being grounded stuff, and I haven’t even started yet.