Two Minutes

Visiting Dale, 2014.

The first AIDS Quilt panel I made for Dale. 

Today, Saturday, G and I are doing things like haircuts, visiting Dale, and puttering.  Dale was at the core of the extended family which kept me alive throughout the bad years.  This Sunday evening I have two minutes to stand up and celebrate my years of sobriety before 200 some folks.  I’ll mention him.

I’ve heard folks who have been sober a lot of years say just one thing, “Just don’t drink.”  That’s a great idea, but how do you do that when you are new and pulled head first into alcohol.  I’ve heard a lot of important things while I’ve been in the program, but learning not to “think” is one of the most important.  I get in such trouble when I think.

Next Friday, Daughter Margot is going to give me a cake, and dear G a token.  I’ll try to keep that speech to two minutes also.

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Himself:  Was relieved that we have a three day weekend.

Herself:  Found two really thin fabric, white T-shirts at JCPennays.  I stain white shirts fast, but thin fabric doesn’t make it.  It gets fuzzy.  Still coughing.

Reading:  The first of the Hillerman Jim Chee’s. 

Balance:  Not Thinking or Drinking.  Tomorrow is the actual birthday: You can’t celebrate early.