Pfft...
So much for mania. I could feel it fizzling out even as I started blogging about it. In fact, as I should have known, the moment you notice you are manic is probably the precise moment when you are starting to come down.
I always ask myself what I have to show for these episodes? No great works of art this time around. No crushes. I had a cancer scare (nothing came of it.) I completed the continuing education credits required for my attorney license; did some sporadic reading for pleasure (mainly, Carol Wallace's re-write of the novel, "Ben-Hur") and began a delicate disengagement from my weekly co-counseling with Daniel Schaefer.
I also hosted a barbecue at the summer house for my cousin, Kelvin and two of his friends from D.C.. Aunt Delilah and Uncle Curtis' no longer have a working t.v. set or fridge, so it felt good to be able to pitch in during a quick mid-September working vacation for all of us. Kelvin and his friends were occupied painting a shed on the property while I was in charge of the dinner. I'm pretty sure it was my mania that kept me cool when I ran out of charcoal and the cooking had to be completed in the broiler of my stove.
We are so used to cook outs and eating in restaurants that it was the first time in fourteen years the summer house stove had ever been enlisted in the preparation of a meal.
That's a pretty complete accounting of how I spent my mania. Nothing dramatic. I did manage to stay pretty well-connected with people, not always easy to do when you are so completely wrapped up in the party that is going on in your head.
I always ask myself what I have to show for these episodes? No great works of art this time around. No crushes. I had a cancer scare (nothing came of it.) I completed the continuing education credits required for my attorney license; did some sporadic reading for pleasure (mainly, Carol Wallace's re-write of the novel, "Ben-Hur") and began a delicate disengagement from my weekly co-counseling with Daniel Schaefer.
I also hosted a barbecue at the summer house for my cousin, Kelvin and two of his friends from D.C.. Aunt Delilah and Uncle Curtis' no longer have a working t.v. set or fridge, so it felt good to be able to pitch in during a quick mid-September working vacation for all of us. Kelvin and his friends were occupied painting a shed on the property while I was in charge of the dinner. I'm pretty sure it was my mania that kept me cool when I ran out of charcoal and the cooking had to be completed in the broiler of my stove.
We are so used to cook outs and eating in restaurants that it was the first time in fourteen years the summer house stove had ever been enlisted in the preparation of a meal.
That's a pretty complete accounting of how I spent my mania. Nothing dramatic. I did manage to stay pretty well-connected with people, not always easy to do when you are so completely wrapped up in the party that is going on in your head.