An honest to goodness gift...
An honest to goodness gift...
On one of my weekly trips to La La Land... What I call Whole Foods... A place where those desperately trying to escape the processed marketing to the masses gather only to be had by a beast of different kind... I came across a friend walking. 10:20 in the morning. His mis-steps obvious. I pulled over to offer a ride.
"Hayyyyyyyy!!!! Where have yoooou been?" As his breath punched me in the jaw. I know where you have been I thought to myself. "I have been around. I just don't drink anymore."
"Reeeallly?"
Our Sunday conversations used to go deep. Or at least deep for two drunks in a bar at 7 in the morning. I see he keeps the same schedule. Bar by 7. Drunk by 8. Pool games done by 9. On our way home around 10 to sleep off the morning. Wake in enough time to be at the bar by 3. Drunker by 4. Pool games done by 5. And home around 6 to pass out before work the next day.
My morning was already started with a melloncholy mood. The bitter sweetness of a wonderfully sober Saturday cooking, listening to Christmas music, and reading SR to the twinkle of the colorful lights I put up the night before. A real sober joy.
I dropped off my "buddy" and completed my journey to La La Land. The starkness of the unsober vs sober painful in my heart. I can't fix everyone. Only me. And some won't see the need for fixin until its too late. Doesn't help my mood much.
I have learned that part of living sober is learning to passively observe... Feel but know when to deep is too much and to pull back. Mourn without the tears and to gain strength from it.
I unpacked my 8 dollar crab bisque, my 10 dollar short stick of salami and other "healthy choices" from the paper bags. I sat down to tell you folks that living sober is a gift. A real honest to goodness gift that I am grateful for today.
K
"Hayyyyyyyy!!!! Where have yoooou been?" As his breath punched me in the jaw. I know where you have been I thought to myself. "I have been around. I just don't drink anymore."
"Reeeallly?"
Our Sunday conversations used to go deep. Or at least deep for two drunks in a bar at 7 in the morning. I see he keeps the same schedule. Bar by 7. Drunk by 8. Pool games done by 9. On our way home around 10 to sleep off the morning. Wake in enough time to be at the bar by 3. Drunker by 4. Pool games done by 5. And home around 6 to pass out before work the next day.
My morning was already started with a melloncholy mood. The bitter sweetness of a wonderfully sober Saturday cooking, listening to Christmas music, and reading SR to the twinkle of the colorful lights I put up the night before. A real sober joy.
I dropped off my "buddy" and completed my journey to La La Land. The starkness of the unsober vs sober painful in my heart. I can't fix everyone. Only me. And some won't see the need for fixin until its too late. Doesn't help my mood much.
I have learned that part of living sober is learning to passively observe... Feel but know when to deep is too much and to pull back. Mourn without the tears and to gain strength from it.
I unpacked my 8 dollar crab bisque, my 10 dollar short stick of salami and other "healthy choices" from the paper bags. I sat down to tell you folks that living sober is a gift. A real honest to goodness gift that I am grateful for today.
K
"I have learned that part of living sober is learning to passively observe... Feel but know when to deep is too much and to pull back. Mourn without the tears and to gain strength from it." W
Have a great day Weasel.
Have a great day Weasel.
*hugs* weasel. I am sorry to hear your friend is not sober. Some of what you may be experiencing is realizing where you could be if you hadn't quit. Still, that is something that is hard to deal with when you care for a person.
I am glad you see how much of a gift sobriety is and completed your trip to whole foods.
I am glad you see how much of a gift sobriety is and completed your trip to whole foods.
I think 'healthy' came after salami and before 'other'.
I was going to let it go but Bimini started it. I was wondering if you were going to cut up chunks of salami and put it in your bisque? Bet it would be dangerously delicious.
I was going to let it go but Bimini started it. I was wondering if you were going to cut up chunks of salami and put it in your bisque? Bet it would be dangerously delicious.
Bimini... You crack me up! LB... You need no encouragement! Lol
Thanks for making me smile!
The bisque is tasty and gone. It was from the hot foods so I ate it quick. Salami is for afternoon picking as I work a 1000 piece puzzle I recently started.
Thanks for making me smile!
The bisque is tasty and gone. It was from the hot foods so I ate it quick. Salami is for afternoon picking as I work a 1000 piece puzzle I recently started.
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Whole Foods and Trader Joe's are across the highway from each other near me....
However, I am a Wegman's girl myself...except for whole foods fresh brick oven pizza made in the store sold by the slice....YUM!
great postings Weasy, "his breath punched me in the jaw" indeed...a sour reminder.
However, I am a Wegman's girl myself...except for whole foods fresh brick oven pizza made in the store sold by the slice....YUM!
great postings Weasy, "his breath punched me in the jaw" indeed...a sour reminder.
One of the greatest gifts sobriety has given me is time -- I have so much more time now that I'm sober. Although I didn't drink in the mornings I was usually hungover so the morning would be a write off, often by 3pm I'd be hanging for a zizz so I'd be desperately unproductive, then 6pm would come and that would be that.
Now I get 24 hours in every day...like you say Weasel it's a gift.
Now I get 24 hours in every day...like you say Weasel it's a gift.
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