So many people think that recovery is all about the user of whatever is addictive, and in many ways it is. There are traumas to re-live and in the process allow them to loosen their grip on a soul. Almost always there is something horrible or maybe multiples of horrible that set a person on the road to addiction. Add the genetic factor in there plus co-dependency and boom. During the blackout period the client is isolated from all things familiar and
There was rain early morning but the clouds are rolling on out to show blue skies. There is more asparagus which I will watch like a hawk for the next couple of weeks until it's time to let it fern for the season. Gotta' let Beverly and Patrick know that this is the weekend for it! I'm still struggling to get this place in order because both corporate and customers will be headed this way in May. Having light makes it much easier, if you know what I mean. This was the longest darkest winter I remember in years in spite of new windows.
Since the 'gentral is right on the way home from JX I stopped in for the basic necessities and found the line snaking back because of an elderly couple one of whom was quite ornery. This poor girl in front of me was upset because she was late for work so the guy in front of HER let her move up. He never recognized me but we went to high school together. A retired teacher, he had the trunk of his Cadillac full of Mountain Dew beaming neon green in the sun.. No hurry, he said. Nowhere to be.
I miss my parents still and I suppose it will always be thus and so. I find myself dredging up little memories like Daddy dancing across 5 aisles at Kroger to meet me at the checkout. Or Mama and that giggle that only BG could get out of her with a faux British accent. The stuff is sitting there in the cabin...the legacy of their 60 years in one house. Soon it will be haggled over and sold for pennies on the dollars that bought it. I have really old things from the family like my great grandmother's chair and settee made of pine. Another great's rocking chair is mine per the will and that's about it except for the china cabinet that they paid 5 bucks for and refinished. Gotta keep that memory alive, you know?
As for me and mine, we shall say the serenity prayer and soldier on. Hope you have a lovely weekend whatever happens your way. I'll be here on the hill for some much needed time off.