Monday, March 21, 2011
The entire weekend I have seen things from this vantage point, a directional view. My brain registers what seems to it only half the picture. So which eye is your dominate eye?
According to the Federal Bureau of Prisons firearms instructor I am right eye dominate. My true sight comes from this eye, the one my brain will listen to and allow it to believe what it sees. Why do I tell you this?
I am without my true sight, seeing only what my left eye, the not-so dominate eye submits to the brain. You would think your brain would realize this and allow for non-so dominate to provide input but NO! It has to question said input.
Not-so dominate: The glass is there, but closer than you think; pick it up.
Brain: Do not recognize input. Extremity, explore options, quickly.
My right arm flew out on its own, further and faster than it should and coffee went all over the dog lying at my feet. Does coffee equate to beer on a dogs coat?
Not-so dominate: Something in the floor, step right.
Brain: Do not recognize input. Ignore warning.
My fickle brain ignored it. Stubbed my right toe, lost my balance and slammed my right shoulder into the wall. Great, two more dogs with coffee coated fur. Are you sure it is not the same as beer on hair?
Not-so Dominate: HEY, the burner light is on! (Not-so dominate by now is screaming)
Brain: Do not recognize input, it is a trap.
No the coffee cup is empty now but, the watusi is coming back. My right hand hit the lite burner, my left hand flung the bacon I was preparing and my legs did an “I told you so” dance. The coffee coated dogs did a “she has lost her mind” shuffle and went straight to the bacon stuck to the wall across the room.
So goes it when you have a directional point of view, especially when it is the not-so dominate point of view.
Yes, my allergies have come to visit a month early and my right eye has swollen shut. I will do my best to get to your posts this morning but will be reading in small doses.
To those offering best wishes and free medical advice, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I eat local honey every day and over the counter drugs have yet to ease the condition. Let us just call this my mushroom period, cool and dark.
Start the week please with both eyes open!