Not Thinking.... in Postcards 4

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

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 in the program, but learning not to “think” is a most important thing. 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.

• 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.