December 31st — A Short Review of My 2012


The three biggest events for me in 2012 were successfully working with my sister to get a quasi-guardianship for our demented mother, my six-month serial relapse and achieving 43 days of sobriety today. 

The guardianship experience was the usual experience with our mother—laden with conflict, mistrust and hysterical accusations about our motives and character—with a much  less than optimal result that is a great improvement over her previous situation.  There was no oversight on the Morgan-Stanley account of an 83-year old woman with (technically undiagnosed) Alzheimer's.  Her broker that was day-trading on her behalf with hundreds of thousands of dollars uninvested that MS was harvesting the interest from.   Her broker was consistently skimming over a thousand dollars a month in trading commissions for trades that resulted in a rarely resulted in a positive investment transaction.

The frosting on the guardianship process was my mother calling me the day before my birthday to bitch about legal fees from having fought the guardianship process to protect her money.  I had gone seven years without talking to Beverly   prior to being informed of her having a mental health breakdown caused by dementia resulting in her being placed in the psychiatric ward of a local hospital.  Even after years of therapy and 13 years of 12-step programs, it is too painful for me to interact with my mother.  She is the most negative person I know.

Shortly after that call and experience, I relapsed back into my six-month bout of smoking crack.  I relapsed because I am an addict.  My resolve to stay sober was weakened by emotional pain from mommy issues.  I love the high that I get from using crack. The downside is that the emotional and financial low I get from using crack will lead to a nasty, brutish and short existence.

Interacting with my mother and smoking crack were both negative experiences that made me stronger.  In hindsight, I would have done things differently.  In reality, I am extremely fortunate to be sober and have a home of my own today. 

I have taken greatly increased ownership of my mental health by letting go of self-pity to the best of my ability,  sharing my thoughts and feelings more openly in a (somewhat) forthright manner of communication, and having undergone a sea-change in the value of my relationships with others.

This year I have one New Year's resolution that I am taking seriously:  I will average a meeting a day for the next 90 days. 

Other resolutions include increased exercise, eat better, and better proofreading my Gratitude Blog posts.  J

I am grateful to have survived 2012, for my return to sobriety, for less self-pity, increased happiness, and better relationships in my life.  I am learning to love myself.  Thank you god.

Working with others


Talked with two people in active addiction yesterday.  One could only cry for the first half-hour we talked.  Even after that, she was still not able to say what was causing all her pain.  In my experience, if you can't identify and verbalize emotional pain—it never goes away.  The other person was pretending to not use heroin by getting a fortified beer as if that would explain her heroin nod.  Their situation is tragic.  Spending time with them made my life, happiness and serenity vastly more stable and secure.  I don't want any part of pain and hopelessness of that ilk.

I had written in my Gratitude Blog for 14 days.  That felt good and successful for me.  Then took two days off due to sloth and a lack of prioritization of how important this writing is to me.  I am writing this early in the day to ensure not missing three days of writing.

It is good to be writing again.  I am glad my emotional energy is focused in the good things in my life as opposed to the painful focus of active addiction.  Today I am going to do something fun.  Fun will involve  going for a drive to appropriate winter destination such as a movie or the mall while is not raining and almost sunny.

Visiting Bob at the UW Medical Center


Bob W is my oldest friend from childhood.  I have known him since I was five years old.  He was recently diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma.  He has had two tumors surgically removed and will have one more removed in two weeks.  After that, he will do 60 weeks of chemotherapy in a double-blind study between a high-tech cancer drug and interferon.  (Technically, interferon is not chemo since it is a cytokine or naturally occurring part of the body's immune system.)

Yesterday, he had a 21 cm tumor removed from the back of his abdomen.  I visited him at the UWMC today.  He was alert and in good spirits.  There was a rollaway bed in the room for his wife Loni to stay overnight with Bob.

Having been to the UWMC for therapy well over 100 times since I was paralyzed 31 years ago, I was able to confidently assure Bob that he was getting the some of the best medical care available in the world.  The UWMC has historically been the recipient of more government funding than any other public hospital in the US.  Seattle has excellent cancer care resources such as the Seattle  Cancer Care Alliance (SCCA) and Fred Hutchinson.

My two big tips for Bob were to be mindful of staying in the moment so as to not let fear cause stress and to write a gratitude list to help focus on the positive things in his life.  It was good to be there for my friend.  He was there for me 31 years ago and many times since then.

I am grateful for the high quality of medical care in our community and for the excellent medical care that my friend Bob is getting via the SCCA.

Being in the moment (mindful?) on Xmas Day


Most of my conversations with others throughout my life have been stilted by my unmindful need to be somewhere else at that time.  I got to spend my entire Xmas day in a state of always being in the moment and at peace with whom & where I was at.  It was a discernibly different feeling.  My conversations where all more intimate and comfortable than how they used to be.  That immediately lead to better relationships with others.

I am grateful for a quantum leap in both being in the moment and more emotionally available to others in my conversations.

a nice xmas

xmas was good.  more later

Late in the day of Christmas Eve


Had lunch with Sandy at the Olive Garden today.  She only worked 7.75 hours today and so was done by 1 PM (definite overacheiver!).  We have a great friendship and I am grateful to have her in my life.  She has to go to about a dozen family Xmas events with her bf.  I went to the Alano Club tonight.  Vastly different experiences—I am sure of that.

Two friends in early recovery could not handle the holidays without using.  My friend Merri B describes the holidays as "the mean season".  I got two calls on my home phone from my mother today while at lunch.  I did not return those calls.  It is too painful to interact with her and my recovery is too fragile.

I went to two meetings tonight, gave Greg a ride home to Issaquah and talked with his friend Kyle about a positive psychology program he is participating in at Stanford.  It has changed his life in a vastly better way and he is really into it.  The program is for survivors of traumatic events.  Kyle barely survived a virulent form of cancer.  Kyle described his experience as "being rocketed into the 4th dimension."

It is good to have old and new friends that are making positive steps in their lives.  I am grateful for the role models.

Having a Christmas tree and visiting friends


37 years ago, my 17 year-old sister Valerie committed suicide when I was 15.  I was the last person to see her alive.   In the 12-step programs, guys are supposed to work with guys and women with women.  I have tried to help many women during my time in recovery in a sort of effort to keep them from also dying young and metaphysically save my sister Valerie from killing herself one more time.  My latest effort was trying to help Michelle who has lived in the jungle (an area noted for its homeless population near the intersection of i90 & i5 in Seattle) for the last 8 years. 

Michelle was arrested on her 45th birthday for drug possession and spent 5 days in jail before she was released.  She spent the night on the streets and called me in the morning.  She stayed at my apartment for 5 days.  It was nice having her here.  She is smart, high energy and functional.  She put up my Christmas tree for the first time in eight years, made cookies with Xmas music playing (I rarely listen to music) and wrapped some gifts for Lea.
Yesterday I visited with friends from childhood while watching the Huskies lose a football game.  After that, I visited a Angie at her new house.  I bought Angie some house-warming gifts such as light bulbs, a broom & dustpan, and dish soap.  Her house was surprisingly accessible (the vast majority of houses are not wheelchair accessible ).
I came home and Michelle was ready to get back out in the mix.  We watched TV for a bit and then it was time for me to meet Greg at an 8:30 meeting.  I dropped Michelle off at the bus stop.  She had been indoors and clean for the last 9.5 out of 10 days. It was sad watching her inner-addict lie to both herself and me when she said she was "just going to visit friends and not use."   Better her than me.
Tonight, Greg and I are going to Everett to give Lea her Xmas gifts and the last of some clothes that she had left here.  After that, we are going to the Dweezil Zappa concert at the Neptune theater in the U-district.  It has been a very social weekend before Xmas for me.
I might be smart and reasonably well-educated, but I have the attention span of a cricket when it comes the dangers of substance abuse in my heart.  I need those constant reminders and the stories of the yets that are still out there for me.  I am grateful for my friends that are doing well and for the lessons I get from those that are struggling to find & keep a safe home for themselves. 


I would post a picture of my fake Xmas tree but I can't find the special OEM USB cord for my Sony Camera.  It has to be here somewhere...

Long term relationships


The UW Huskies are playing Boise State in the Maaco/Las Vegas Bowl today.  I am going to Auburn to watch it with Bob, Ted and George.  I have known Bob since I was 5 years old.  That is by far the longest relationship with a friend in my life.  George has been a great friend to me since I was paralyzed 31 years ago.  He flew down to Santa Barbara to attend my graduation at UC Santa Barbara in 1988.

Bob found out this week that he has stage 4 melanoma requiring chemotherapy for the next year.  It will be good to see him before the chemo kicks in.

In my past, I was full of self-pity and had the mindset of being a victim.  I refuse to be a victim anymore.   I have experienced a lot of emotional pain, physical pain and loss.  It can be confusing for me now when I feel pain as to whether it is self-pity or pain/grief/loss that needs to be processed.  I don't really know how to tell the difference. I do know that if I get stuck in it for too long, that is clearly self-pity.

My friend Angie was homeless a year ago.  Since then, she has had a studio in Belltown provided by Catholic Community Services.  She won a housing lottery which will pay up to $1200 for rent anywhere in the greater Seattle area.    She found a house in Federal Way last week and moved in yesterday. Her daughter and grandson are going to live with her.  Sleep Time donated and delivered a full-size and queen-size for her daughter and her grandson.  Angie's father bought her a full-size bed for Angie.  She loves her new beds, and is both proud of and grateful for her new home.   Kudos to Sleep Time for their generous contribution to helping Angie and her family create a home for themselves.  Angie cried tears of joy last night.  What a great Xmas gift. 
 

Lunch with Dan and King Tut


I took Michelle and my sister's former step-son Dan to lunch at Turnpike Pizza in Greenlake yesterday.   Dan lives 4 blocks east of Greenlake in a Sound (was Seattle) Mental Health building.  In 14 years of taking Dan to lunch, this was the first time I had ever taken a friend with me.  Dan's schizophrenia can lead to escalated levels of anxiety in new situations.  I had my concerns about how it would go with Michelle joining us for lunch.  Lunch and conversation went amazingly well.   Dan was the most comfortable, relaxed, and social that I have ever experienced with him.

After lunch, Michelle and I went to see the King Tut exhibit at the Pacific Science Center.  King Tut was one of the lesser Pharaohs of ancient Egypt.  So much lesser that he was deliberately deleted from the historical record by succeeding Pharaohs and their historians.  In the greatest archeological find ever, Howard Carter discovered Tut's tomb in 1922.  Tut was buried in a 4-room tomb with 5000 objects ranging from jewelry to other mummies to furniture.  It took ten years for Carter to record, photograph and catalog the find.

When we got home last night, Michelle put up my fake fir Christmas tree.  That was the first time in 8 years that I have had a tree up for Xmas.  It felt good to get in the spirit of the holidays. 

Then we went to the 9:30 meeting at the Alano Club.  The topic was on step two and being restored to sanity.  I get great comfort in knowing that my addiction is a form of insanity which can be treated restoring me to sanity.  There is no more succinct explanation of my (active) addiction than I am insane.  I have watched incredibly bright addicts try to explain why they are addicts using complex psychological theories and childhood issues in a tragic amalgamation of mumbo-jumbo which still fails to accurately describe the situation.

My oldest friend from childhood, Bob Warren, was diagnosed with melanoma a few weeks ago.  He was to have a tumor removed by a surgeon at the UW Medical Center.  Instead, he learned that he has stage 4 melanoma and the surgeon declined to operate.  I am going to have lunch with Bob and George tomorrow. 

This morning, I took my 1993 Cougar to the same auto repair shop I have used for the last dozen years.  Ali's Automotive does great work and is very good about communicating the state of my car with me.    My car needs several thousand dollars worth of love for master brake and suspension issues.  I have had this car for seven years.  That is the longest I have ever had one car by a couple of years.  It is also my favorite car that I ever had.  Due to how I transfer and get my wheelchair in & out of my car, newer cars are generally too small for me and so there is not a newer replacement car out there for me.  I hope to have this car for another five years.

I am grateful for the pleasant experiences I had yesterday, the security of proper mechanical maintenance done by honest mechanics and a ride home from shop—and still having enough room on my credit card to get the priority repairs completed on my car today after a prodigious relapse.  Thank you god!

Morning writing w/ more open and honest communication


Usually my gratitude writing is done at the end of my day somewhere between 11 PM and 2 AM.  Yesterday and today, I started writing in the morning after having not written the previous night.   This is a bit of an experiment in reviewing my day ahead.  It is not going well this morning.  I will try harder to write at night.

My day went well yesterday.  Went to a lunch meeting in Canyon Park in an effort to see my friend Tracy since she usually goes to that meeting.  Tracy was not there.  Her mom, Pam, was there and came up to chat for a bit.  Pam and Tracy spoke at our Gratitude Dinner two years ago as the Alanon and AA speakers, respectively.  I thought it was a great example of alcoholism being a family disease.  Other AA members thought it went poorly—they also refuse to go to Alanon to deal with the impact of others alcoholism in their family.  Tracy and her mom hit too close to home for many in that audience.

It was Michelle's first AA meeting in years.  I was happy for her in how willing she was to go to a meeting with me.  Willingness is the primary criterion for making it in recovery as in we need to be willing to go to meetings, get a sponsor, work the steps, etc.   Her previous meetings had turned her off due to hearing too much whining about being a victim. 

The meeting topic was on patience.  Most of the sharing used driving & traffic as a good example of the need for patience.  It was funny hearing little old (80ish) ladies talk about flipping people off in traffic.  I figured I do not have an issue with lack of patience—although I quite likely might be confusing patience with sloth and procrastination.

As I sat through the meeting, I began to think that my problem with lack of patience could be a metaphor for my last relapse in that I just needed more patience to wait long enough to magically have been able to more open and honestly communicate with others.  I have been in recovery for 13.5 years.  Until the end of this last relapse, I had not learned how to consistently share honestly and meaningfully with others.  In other words, how to love and be loved with good communication between myself, god and others.  In the cold light of morning, I know that I needed the humbling of my ego to break down the walls to meaningful communication that I had built over a lifetime.  My problem was not a lack of patience, it was a lack of humility. 

I have seized more open and honest communication with all the fervor of the drowning hanging onto to a life preserver.  I am grateful for that change in my communication and for my 32 days of sobriety today.

30 days


Had 30 days of sobriety yesterday.  I am grateful for my success.  Had lunch with Philly Mark in Woodinville.  We always go to the same teriyaki place by Top Foods at 1 PM.  It is quiet and the food is good.

I don't have many men friends.  Mark and I have been sporadically meeting for lunch for 6 or 8 years.  My relationship with him is of great importance to me and at least a priority for him.  We don't have many commonalities beyond a good education, a history of depression and a desire to stay sober.  We have a good time and good conversation when we get together.

Yesterday Mark challenged me to make another male friend.  I am going to do that.  The phrase is meet for coffee.  I don't drink coffee.  There is an easy solution there somewhere such as tea (get it?  tea = solution—as in chemistry water soluble solution…  arrgghh, it was funny the first time in my head… J).

I am grateful for my 31 days and for the miraculously improved quality of my relationships with other men in my life—as a direct result of my using a more frank and open communication all the fervor of the  drowning  seizing a life preserver.

A Good Day in the Life

Today was the best day I have had in a long time.  For most people it might have been nothing special, spend time with a friend, Costco lunch & shopping, another friend, meeting, dinner at home with friend and tv with friend.  For me, that was a fantastic day in recovery.  I am incredibly grateful for my 29 days of sobriety—this day would not have happened had I been broke and depressed.

A warm place to live on a cold night


It is supposed to snow tomorrow for the first time this season.   The rain & clouds looked like snow when I was driving to Crossroads Mall this afternoon.  It was only a cold rain in the lowlands.  There was undoubtedly lots of snow in the Cascade mountains 20 miles east of Bellevue.

After meeting with Gigi and Mary at the mall, I did some grocery shopping and met Mary at the Alano Club for a meeting of CoDA (Codependents Anonymous).  Mary and I had dinner at the club during the meeting. 

It was a peculiar interaction of wanna-be helpful people that were less than completely helpful.  I use a wheelchair to get around.   The CoDA members managed to place objects in my way six times before, during and after the meeting.  One lady pulled her car up so close to the ramp while I was next to it that I had to knock on the hood of her car to get her to back up three feet. 

In the meeting room, the group leader had arranged the chairs to block my way into the room.  When I opened the door to get in, she moved her scarf.  I moved the chairs out of my way to get to the  room so I could close the door.  The inside door that led to the café was also blocked by chairs.   I moved them out of my way to the café.  When I came back, the inside door was propped open by a chair—that was in my way.  I got around that chair and made a spot for myself in the second row of a small circle of chairs so I could eat my dinner without bothering or being bothered by others sitting too close to me. 

The group leader was flummoxed by the chaos of a less than perfect circle.  She ended up rearranging chairs so as to trap me in the back of the room.  She asked if there was anything else she could do to help,  I suggested she not be so co-dependent at the CoDA meeting.  After the meeting, the leader left her chair placed in front of the outside door.  It was dysfunctionally impressive.  I have never been blocked out by fellow group members 6x in a month, much less at one 60-minute meeting. 

It was a cozy meeting with Xmas lights on the wall and electric candle on the floor in the center of the meeting space.  I felt right at home at the meeting in a way I had not felt since my first Alanon meeting 13.5 years ago.

A steak dinner, a great meeting, good fellowship, and then helping an AA member with one day of sobriety made for a great trip to the Alano Club.  Laughs with Mary made it all the better. 

I came home, put my groceries away and preemptively took out the garbage so I did not get stuck in my apt with full trash cans and snow on the ground.

I am grateful for warm supportive places to be, warm & loving friends and a warm place to live.   My cats are also warm, loving and friendly cats.  It is a good night.

A Power Greater Than Myself

I get paid on the 3rd and 15th of each month.  The 15th falls on a Saturday this month, so I got paid on Friday the 14th.  I had paid the credit card bill linked to my new checking account at US Bank by 6 AM as a safety precaution to avoid spending all my money smoking crack.   I still had enough money to go on a binge of addiction and could not stop thinking about using throughout the day.

I made phone calls to friends in the program and went to two meetings tonight.  I heard enough and spent enough time at the Alano Club of the Eastside to stay sober one more day.  My own best thinking would have had me broke and depressed by now.  It was the first time I had been to the Alano Club this year.  It is  located 10 blocks due north of my apartment and is about 5 minute drive door-to-door.  I will go there more often in the future.

My addiction is cunning, baffling and powerful.  It spent the day trying to persuade that smoking crack would be an entertaining way to spend the day and that the consequences would have little downside.  The reality is that I have a fatal progressive disease.  It has been since last March that I had 26 days of sobriety.

It is 2 AM Saturday morning, that makes 27 days now.  I am grateful for my continuous sobriety.  It took a power greater than myself to keep me sober today.  Now I will go to bed, read my Kindle and get some sleep.  When I wake up I will focus on staying sober, once again, one day at a time.

Volunteering at the Washington State Reformatory


One the second Thursday of the month, I volunteer at the WSR in Monroe.  We attend a 12-step recovery meeting led by inmates.  Next month will be 12 years of volunteering at the WSR.  I get more out of this service work than I put into it—it makes my life much better every time I go and really helps me to be grateful for what I have.

Tonight, Leslee and I drove out to the WSR with two boxes of 12-step books worth $300 that was contributed by the local recovery fellowship.  Unfortunately the meeting was canceled due to a staff training night.   I+ called the liaison volunteer Jasper and arranged to meet him to give him the literature.  It was like a photographic negative of a drug deal.  We waited in the parking lot of a gas station for 15 minutes, made our transaction by giving Jasper the books and then drove off with no money. 

Instead of using to get high, Leslee and  got high on life and our ability to help others while enjoying each other's company.  Leslee has been a very good friend to me for years and I am grateful to have her in my life.


A quick CAT scan + talking with others at UWMC

Went to the U of Washington Medical Center (UWMC) for a CAT scan today.  Got in at 10:47 and was done by 11:05.  Took a couple hours of hanging out to get the results from the doctor.  While waiting I had lunch chatting with the new father next to me that was there to support his wife and premie baby that was born 6 weeks early.  After lunch, I saw a recovery friend in the hallway and talked with him for 30 minutes about the siren call of active addiction and how to avoid getting sucked back in.  This was the most social trip I have ever made to a hospital for a procedure.

I am working on improving my relationships with others by being present in the moment.   I am grateful for the improvement in the depth of my interactions with others.

Relapse and Recovery


I had relapse last March that took me back to months of active addiction.  One of the first things I gave up during my using was writing about Gratitude Blog.  Low bottom addicts focus solely on getting more drugs and ways to get more drugs.  Once they have more drugs, the majority are still incredibly unhappy.  Their conversations are limited to bad shit that has happened to themselves and other people.

The new ways of thinking that had become habits while writing about gratitude quite likely saved my life.  I refused to focus on the negative and remained focused on the positive events in my life—even if that was only the short-lived high from smoking crack cocaine.  That focus enabled me to continue going to AA meetings and eventually find sobriety again.  Today I have 20 days clean and sober.  That is a god-given miracle that I could not achieve on my own.

Until last summer, in my entire life I have never had a girlfriend that was an addict/alcoholic.  I met a lady named Lea that I fell in love with.  Lea is one of the smartest, kindest, most loving people I have ever met.  She was also very pretty with an attractive slim figure.  After a couple of dates, she stayed with me for ten weeks.  I learned a lot from Lea and am very grateful for having had her in my life.

Lea was addicted to IV heroin and would get dope-sick if she did not use heroin every day.  I used to think I was the most self-destructive person I knew.  I now know that there are many people vastly more self-destructive on a daily basis than I ever thought about being.  For example, her teeth went from being in good shape to needing to have them all pulled and replaced with dentures in the last two years.   Even with multiple tooth infections that were insanely painful and could not be treated with narcotics due to her heroin addiction, she is so messed-up (from issues of self-esteem and asking others for help) that she can't even call the free dental clinic to get the painful remainder of what is left of her teeth pulled.

Lea has been gone for ten weeks now.  I still think (obsess?) about her multiple times a day.  I both miss her and am glad she is out of my life.  I would not have been able to get sober with her still around.  Part of my missing her is that I did really like her.  Another part of missing her is my cunning baffling and powerful addiction trying to find a way to trick me into using again by finding a way to get Lea to spend more time with me.

There was a downside to having Lea in my life.  I spent thousands of dollars buying her heroin (she left the day I stopped buying her heroin**). In some respects that was a blessing in disguise because I would have otherwise spent the money smoking more crack becoming even more addicted. 

I had not had a girlfriend in eleven years.  My fears of rejection and loss along with my insecurities exacerbated by paraplegia prevented me from being available for a relationship.  I know now that I really want a girlfriend and am willing to go to any length to maintain my sobriety and be available for a relationship with a significant other.

One huge blessing I got during my relapse was deciding to no longer be a victim full of self-pity.  It was not so much a deliberate choice on my part as it was a god-given new found level of maturity.  I am responsible for my own life as it is from here on out.  Things will happen beyond my control.  How I respond to those events is what will transform me from a victim full of self-pity into being a survivor living a life that is happy, joyous and free.

I am grateful for my life, financial security, and friends in recovery.


**Lea did try to quit using heroin for 4 days by substituting other drugs such as Xanex and Subutex.  It was like watching a balloon deflate when she quit trying to stop using--she lost her courage and was overwhelmed by fear in the space of a tragic moment.

a trip to my GP/MD

My doctor wants me to go see her every month for a blood test. If we did it my way, I would go when I had an emergency. As a compromise, she tells me to come back in a month and I schedule for 6 weeks. Went to see her today. Reciting the litany of problems I had in the last month gave us both some perspective on what a crappy month it was. It rained off-n-on for the first 4 days of her vacation in Hawaii last month. Vastly different problem sets!

I love my doctor and am grateful to have her. There wasn't a lot she could do to change my medications to make me better in the future, but she was at least very empathetic and shared her appreciation for reading Flourish.

Feeling better

Had a really rough time for the last 4ish weeks as a result of physical health problems with cascading mental health issues from depression and my own best thinking. I am much better now.

When I see my doctor tomorrow, we will discuss stronger pro-active measures for improved physical health besides being on a mild anti-biotic everyday for the last 10 years. It helped in its time, but now it might be time for something more.

I am grateful for my vastly improved mental and physical health.

2012-04-01 April Fool's

I don't like "pranks" having seen all too many abusive incidents in my life that were so-called pranks. Heard a few humorous April Fool's jokes today. That was good enough for me.

I am grateful that I neither abused anybody nor was abused by anybody today in the name of an April Fool's prank.

The rainiest March

While most of the lower 48 enjoyed record warm spells for the month of March, the Pacific NW got record rainfall. Spokane set an all-time record dating back to 1881. Portland had the second most all-time. Seattle had the third wettest March on record.

Now if we can keep those April showers down to a sprinkle, it would be fine by me.

Actually, I thought we had a reasonably pleasant winter. While I am a wuss with the rain, I am a total wimp with the sub-freezing temperatures for driving in the snow & ice or having to scrape the ice off my car that is parked outside.

My sister's new home is almost finished. It will be a showplace of tropical beauty.

I am grateful that March is over! I am also grateful for more daylight than darkness.

Phyllis's 92 birthday party

Phyllis and her (now deceased) husband Jim have hosted 12-step birthday parties once a month in the Seattle area since 1984 when it was on a houseboat in Lake Union. Tonight she had a birthday party at the assisted living facility she moved to in 2010.

Her daughter, one son and two granddaughters were there, along with at least 20 people that have spent considerable time with Phyllis in the last 30 years. It was amazing to see a person that old with so many active friends. There were 70+ people at her birthday party, a good many of them were less than half her age. We all had great respect for her, all that she has done to help others and to carry the message of recovery. She has helped many people in humble ways. Turns out that she helped the women-only treatment facility Residence XII ("Res 12") get started 30 years ago. More than a few of us did not know that. Res 12 has provided alcohol & drug abuse rehab to thousands of women on the Eastside in a way that co-ed facilities just can't match.

Ten people spoke of there experiences with Phyllis over the years. The sweetest one was her 25ish year old granddaughter talking about the impact her grandmother had in her life. Half the people in the room were crying in a good way as she shared her gratitude for having such a kind and loving grandmother.

It was great to see how much love there was in the room for Phyllis. While it was sad to think there is a good chance I will never talk with my mother again, it was nice to have other great role models that displayed love and kindness with grace to all.

I am grateful for the wonderful role models in my life. They teach me how to be humble, love and help others.

dinner with Dan at Mona's Bistro

I usually take Dan out to lunch once a month. Tonight we went out for an early dinner at Mona's Bistro. The dinner was delicious. I told the waitress to surprise me. I got lamb sliders for an appetizer, arugula salad, braised short ribs with garlic mashed potatoes and a lemon custard dessert. The short ribs were more like large tender chunks of pot roast. Not something I would usually order. It was yummy comfort food.

Dan was not doing so well. He got dentures six-ish months ago and they were hurting him tonight. Being hungry, not being able to eat and being in pain exacerbated his mental health issues that lead to negative thinking. That gets a vicious downward cycle started. If my teeth hurt when I chew, I would not order steak. Dan could not eat much of his ribeye and took most of it home with him. He was took several mild valium-like muscle relaxants today. I was less than thrilled when he explained about the pills after he ordered a beer.

He was better off for having got out of his apartment when I took him home. That was as much help as I could do for today.

I am grateful for the progress I have made in being able to be a better friend to others and to not be nearly as self-destructive towards my relationships and myself as I used to be. I got to accept Dan as he was and respond with a focus on the positive.

early morning Snohomish road-trip with the team

Part of volunteering for a 12-step program at the local prison is to do a training update once a year. Today was the day for retraining. We met at the club on NE 8th at 7:15 and drove to Snohomish. It was a cold wet drive with snowflakes falling like tracers in the rain. A bit of muffin, some conversation with other volunteers we only see at the training and then it was time for about an hour of federally mandated training to not rape or sexually abuse the prisoners per the Prison Rape Elimination Act (PREA) guidelines.

While it is not likely to be an issue for those that I volunteer with, it does protect the prisoners from abusive guards. On the face of it, the training seems a bit excessive. In reality, it does force the volunteers to check in once a year in a show of interest and understanding of their responsibilities.

Prisons in America have a lot of secondary racial discrimination affects. 40% of our prison population is black. There was not a single ethnic minority at the volunteer retraining. Of the 30 older white volunteers, there were seven women. It is good to have many volunteers. It is tragic how the ethnic minority populations have essentially abandoned their people in a classic example of out of sight, out of mind.

I am grateful for our little team of volunteers, Margie, Leslee and Lisa, that carpool with me to the prison meetings on the second Thursday of each month and retraining. Our relationship, service work and time together is very important to me.

reading good books in a series sequentially

I love to read, especially hard/milatary science fiction. A favorite method of reading selection is to find an author I like and read all of the books in a series. It leads to a bit of an author overdose, but also makes for easy remembering of what happened in the preceding books in a series. Currently, I am on my 4th book in the Lt. Leary series by David Drake that I started reading last week.

Drake is in no danger of winning a Nobel prize for literature. That is okay. I read for escapist pleasure, not to think about deep philosophical perspectives that strike me as high-falutin nonsense.

The Daniel Silva books with the character Gabriel Allon are a nice example of the spy-vs-spy books in a series. Unfortunately, I have not read them sequentially. It is nice to have a favorite author waiting in reserve for when I finish the Lt. Leary series.

I am grateful for my Kindle, Baen e-books, story development over books in a series and authors I enjoy.

cool new tech toys I hope to have someday soon

The Apple iPad 3 is already on sale—in Sydney, AU. It will be available here in the US on Friday morning. I am not an Apple fanbois due to my inherent resistance to being locked into a proprietary platform. I do have great admiration for the perfectionism of Steve Jobs in his pursuit of design excellence. He was one of the greatest entrepreneur's of the last 50 years. The Apple II, the Mac,iPod, iPhone, and iPad were all products he brought to market that were both revolutionary and light-years ahead of the competition. He made our world a better place for all of us.

I have non-techie friends that want the whole iWorld of iPhone, iPad and MacBook. It is one of the greatest product placement and marketing schemes of all time. Buy into the Apple ecosystem and everything is a (relatively) seamless transition from one device to another. If my time was more valuable, that would be important to me.

As it is, I have lots of time with less money. There is a good deal of hobbying enjoyment to be had in playing with the guts of my PCs.

I have been too budget-minded to pay the 3-figure monthly fees for a Smartphone call/data plan. The 4G plans are dropping rates like a rock. Sometime soon, I will get an Android tablet. My "best using" excuse is to serve as a map/GPS device while driving (in asynchronous mode). Since I have an excellent sense of direction and rarely get lost, this is really all about getting a new toy.

I could use a tablet as an e-reader, but doubt that it would be any improvement on my Kindle. I guess I am going to have to buy a tablet, find my favorite uses for it and then retroactively justify the purchase to myself—that or just say I want a new toy!

I am grateful for the low-cost fantastic technology that is a fundamental part of our modern world. These devices are such advanced science they seem to be far closer to a magic that all of us can use and afford.

working with my doctor's office on an Rx problem

I take 11 pills of five different prescription medicines every day. I refill the scripts at the beginning of each month. This month there was a problem with a prescription having expired leaving me with a partial refill. Normally, the pharmacy contacts my doctor's office and they fax back a refill prescription in a day or two due to my doctor only working 3 days/week.

This month that process broke down. The pharmacy contacted my doctor and claimed to have not gotten a response. They contacted my doctor's office again and were turned down for a refill. One call to my doctor's office got the problem straightened out within 15 minutes. Turned out the pharmacy had somehow lost the original refill. After the problem was resolved, Amy from my doctor's office called me back to explain the situation and let me know it was resolved. If only all problems in life could be fixed that easily.

My pharmacy is easy to work with. They gave me a short supply of meds to hold me over while the problem was resolved.

By contrast, I have dealing with Asus to get an upscale PC motherboard replaced for over a month now. Everytime I call, they promise to get back to me with a response. That rarely happens and it never fixes the problem. Today I got a promise for a call and an email tomorrow from a second level tech. Chances are slim I will be talking up Asus as a viable alternative to Samsung or MSI.

I am grateful for great customer service where I need it most—at my pharmacy. Even the bad customer service is a minor inconvenience since I simply bought an MSI mobo while waiting for Asus to get it together. Soon I will be stuck with two really fast PCs. That is pretty darned close to being a good problem!

gaining perspective from others

Took a new friend, Della, out to lunch today at the 5 Guys burger franchise in Canyon Park. Acquaintances have claimed their burgers to be the best in the land. I thought I would see for myself. The burgers were good. Prices were a bit stiff for fast food. $25 for 2 bacon cheeseburgers with fries and a pop. Their schtick is that the burgers are meat and a bun with all condiments and upgrades ordered individually. It was nice, but I can get an incredible burger from the John Howie steakhouse less than a mile away during happy hour for the same price. Opinions vary…

Della was raised in a family of devout Jehovah's Witness. I had to come home to look that up on Wikipedia. Being a JW means no Christmas, birthday parties or other celebrations. She is 34 years old and never had a birthday party. I took her out for a burger and a mini-shopping spree for toiletries, shampoo and underwear at Wal-Mart in Lynnwood. That was ranked as one of her better birthday celebrations—ever.

My wheelchair vendor/mechanic moved from a mile down the street to Lynnwood. I am grateful to have workmen's compensation disability insurance that covers the cost of my wheelchair parts. Two fancy bicycle-like tires cost at least $100 since they are made out of a gum rubber that does not like black skid marks on the floor like a bicycle tire would.

It was a blustery spring day in Seattle today. The snow level was at about 500 feet in elevation, so there was snow on the local hills in Bellevue. Got to drive through a snow-squall for ten minutes are our way through the Seattle. It felt good to know that the snow would not stick around and mess up the roads & traffic.

Talked with another lady that is still out there using. She was trying to get money working as a street-walker to buy drugs when she called me. I offered to help her if she wanted to stay clean. She choose to stay outside in the freezing rain. She claims to be trying to get sober to have custody of her kids. Her definition of sober includes using methadone which she gets from a clinic 6 days a week. I don't know anybody on the methadone maintenance program that is really doing well. That phone conversation made me very grateful to be lying in my giant bed with my comforter, cats, Kindle and TV remote.

Talking with others that in are the midst of difficult challenges helps me to be more grateful for what I have. I am grateful for what I have today.

longer evening daylight thanks to DST

My perception of Daylight Savings Time is that it is a lame trick by our government to make us feel like they are taking productive action to reduce our dependence on foreign oil or some other complete non sequiturial as a slight of hand to reduce focus on having to deal with real solutions for real issues. Having to change eight clocks twice a year is an annoying task. At least my PCs change their time by themselves.

I am grateful for the extra hour of evening light as a result of switching to DST.

glad it's not me

A married woman with young children came to our meeting tonight for time second time in the last month. At a glance, it was easy to see that she was in heinous pain from drinking again. She shared her tale of bad choices leading to horrific results of being blocked from her own home by CPS after trying to drive her kids home from school after drinking.

She was bawling and sobbing and crying like only the drowning can. She was still going a few minutes after the meeting was scheduled to end. Our secretary gracefully interrupted her rant and ended the meeting. All the rest of us had been away from that sort of pain for months, years or decades. It was a good reminder of how bad it is. We were all glad it was not us.

I am grateful that it was not me bawling and sobbing tonight at the meeting about having lost my spouse, home and kids due to uncontrollable drinking.

being sung "Happy Birthday" in prison

On our monthly meeting at the Washington State Reformatory, Leslee mentioned to an inmate that it was my birthday earlier last week. The people at the meeting then sang me happy birthday. We had never done that before. It was nice to be serenaded by my friends. It was especially nice knowing that I did not have to spend my birthday in prison—for years on end.

I am grateful for my freedom and for my friends that do random acts of kindness towards me. Leslee gave me cookies and a card. Lisa gave me "cat butt" refrigerator magnets that are funny, slightly disturbing and cute. Charlie and Margie gave me a card and a box of chocolates. Mark gave me a card with a packet of ghoulish head stickers—a family tradition for him and his 24-year old daughter—that I was honored to be included in on.

having a friend over for lunch

My childhood was spent with my dysfunctional family that left more than a few emotional scars. One of those scars shows up in that I rarely have people over to my apartment and am even less likely to have them over for a meal.

Today my friend Angie came to visit and hang out for a bit. We were both hungry and so I made lunch. The lunch was a delicious meal of rib-eye steaks, shrimp, asparagus and Texas toast. It went well.

I am grateful for the progress I have made in dealing with the unresolved emotional debris leftover from my childhood. My emotional equilibrium is a lot more stable than how it used to be.

longer days and shorter nights

It was a weird sunny spring day in Seattle today. The next town over, Issaquah, got a thin blanket of snow. Best of all, we had 11 hours and 27 minutes of daylight. Another two weeks and we will have 12+ hours of daylight.

I am grateful for the longer days and the beginning of serious spring plant growth.

happy birthday to me

Turned 53 today. It was a good birthday spending time with friends, driving around on a nice day, saw a few snowflakes and finally got my ultimate home theater PC working this afternoon. After that, it was dinner with Della at the Cellars restaurant in Seattle's Belltown neighborhood. My sister sent me a birthday email and a generous gift certificate to Amazon.com.

I am grateful to be pleasantly surprised and pleased to find myself getting older and wiser.

Bob Saget

Went to see Bob Saget do his comedy routine at the Snoqualmie Casino tonight. He was wonderfully funny, entertaining and more than slightly vulgar.

I am grateful for live entertainment with gifted performers that really love their work.

learning more about psychology and how my mind works

Growing up in a dysfunctional family home, the last thing in the world I wanted to know was what others were thinking and how their mind works. I had thought about being a psychologist thinking it would be a terrible profession having to absorb negativity all day long from the thoughts and words from others.

In the last few years, I have learned how to help myself and others with wisdom far beyond the power of positive thinking. Examples abound. Praising a child for being smart can be counterproductive. Smart girls do great at math—until it gets so complex that they have to study. Then they get disappointed and quit when they are no longer smart enough to grasp concepts with no effort. Praising kids for working hard to solve a problem reinforces the idea that it takes diligent effort/work to accomplish difficult tasks.

It used to be that the only tool I had to take away someone's pain was to poke them somewhere else as if they could not simultaneously feel pain in two places. While far from great at helping others with their pain, I am fantastically better at it than I was with the terrible skills I was taught as a child.

I am grateful that I have learned new skills in being able listen to, talk with and support others.

online banking

I wrote about online banking last July. Having just paid some more bills and needing a topic, it is back to more appreciation for the miracle of online banking.

Like most people back in the time prior to online banking, I would pay my bills once a month. It worked well for the most part. There were problems with a stack of bills making messy desk, prematurely discarded bills leading to missed deadlines, lost payment envelopes and a constant need for stamps in ever-changing rates.

Got a letter from Medicare that needed a mailed response yesterday. It was memory blast from the past to have to dig up a stamp and a return address sticky. It was a reminder of how much more I like the online process over snail mail.

I am grateful for the internet, the WWW and online banking. They make my life fantastically better through the miracle of shopping at Amazon Prime.

PS: Went to Fry's in Renton last week. Fry's giant computer parts store along some other devices such as TVs , washers and refrigerators. They had a 100+ different PC cases. None of them were truly directed towards being a sound-dampened silent PC case. Amazon had a dozen models to chose from. Plus, the Amazon prices were about 10% better on the cases that allowed for direct comparison. Online shopping is also good! B&M stores do offer instant gratification.

repeat delete on a solved problem

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a solved problem

Had a problem with my dashlights and taillights last night. Took it to my mechanic this afternoon. A little over two hours later, it was a solved problem. The light switch had failed taking the wiring harness plug with it in a minor meltdown.

I am grateful that my car is on the road again with all lights working as they should.

a good mechanic

My 1993 Cougar digital radio dial/clock has worked intermittently for a couple of years. Now it seems to be working steadily. Unfortunately, my dash lights started working intermittently a couple of weeks ago. That was not such a big deal. Turns out the taillights are also not working when the dash lights fail. At least that was the my conclusion from the correlation of the two phenomenon occurring simultaneously tonight.

Intermittent auto electric problems can be difficult to diagnose correctly. I hope it is simply a loose fuse. I will take it to my mechanic tomorrow. If they can't fix the problem in an hour or two, I will take it to an electrical specialist.

My car has had an electric gremlin for the last 15 months. The source of the problem was not obvious when my mechanic looked at it back then. The original problem was my battery would go dead if the car sat for a couple of days. Then it was the LED radio dial. Now it is a problem that truly needs to be fixed so I am not driving around without working taillights on my car at night.

I am grateful to have a good mechanic that I trust to be good to my car and my wallet conveniently located a short drive across town.

almost my birthday -or- spring is in the air

My birthday is March 5th. I love having my birthday in early March. By late February, the first signs of spring are in the air. Yesterday, I saw some pussy willow buds on a tree. The growth rate for grass goes from nonexistent to starting to look alive. The days are back up to 11 hours of daylight and getting longer by 3.3 minutes per day.

While not a big believer in astrology, I am an archetypal Pisces. I see two sides to every issue. There have been times when I wished I had more dogmatic or absolutist beliefs about issues. The closest I come to being dogmatic in my views is being in favor of more science/math/economics education for everyone. Even then I can't just be in favor of more education. I have my concerns about the creationists teaching evolution.

I am grateful for the return of the sun. It is a wonderful birthday gift.

phone calls from friends

Spent a quiet day at home today. Was a bit frustrated by my inability to turn computer components into a working computer. Several friends called during the day to chat. That greatly helped put my problems in their true perspective. I am doing the PC building as a sort of hobby-quest. There are supposed to be challenges. They were having serious problems with addiction, using, jobs and relationships.

I am grateful for the enhanced compassion and empathy that are direct result of my writing these gratitude posts. I am a much better friend and much less easily frustrated by life.

Daniel's for dinner -or- good friends and good food

Last Xmas, Carol gave me a gift certificate for Daniel's Broiler. Daniel's is on the 21st floor of the Hyatt in Bellevue. It is a great steak & seafood restaurant with the best view in Bellevue. Sunset is the best time to go. We got there at 9 PM. The lights of greater Seattle twinkled brightly on a clear night.

I had a veal rib steak and Angela had a sort of King salmon teriyaki. They were delicious. We had a nice time and were definitely too full for dessert.

I am grateful for good friends and good food to share with them.

quasi guardianship at last

My sister and I were trying to get a court-appointed for the last 8 months. The process was deemed completed this morning when a durable power of attorney was filed with the county Family Law court. Not exactly what we seeking, but better than nothing.

I am grateful mother has an attorney acting as guardian for her legal affairs.

cookie night social

A member of our homegroup suggested we have a cookie night social. Another member works every other Sunday. We got snowed out on our first try, conflicted with the Superbowl in a fortnight and finally had our cookie social last night. It went well with a dozen people showing up somewhere between as much as an hour and 20 minutes before minutes before the meeting started. It went well for a meeting of 20ish people.

The strange part of that was I became the de facto organizer. That was rare experience. I am a great idea guy and do projects on my own. Rarely do I organize events involving more than one other person. Granted bring cookies and show-up early is not the most complex organizational project every completed. Nonetheless I distinctly felt a mild strange sensation of recognizing that I had organized a party as I was on my way out the door.

I have rented a hall for Gratitude Dinner for the last 11 years whilst meticulously avoiding any sort of organization project for the dinner such as setup, buffet table restocking, etc. Weird.

I am grateful that our cookie night social was a pleasant success.

grateful for progress today

Making progress on a settlement for our mother having a guardian. It won't be what my sister and I were trying to achieve in having a cost-effective professional guard our mother's health and wealth, but it will be overseen by a spendy downtown attorney. The attorney fees will likely chew up mom's estate, but at least she won't have it stolen from her outright.

It did not go as promised by our attorney, but at least we have some positive results.

I am grateful for progress today.

Without work all life goes rotten

Was going to skip a gratitude post for tonight. This emailed thought for the day was worthy of being posted. Kevin

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Without work all life goes rotten. Albert Camus

Most would not think of work as a prize. That is often due to the concept we have of work.

Work can be that of an artist, the work of creation. Such work is not the response to a whistle or the boring activity that follows a punched time card. Creative work is the fullest human expression of being alive. It comes from the inside out and has no boss other than an inner demand to create a thing of beauty that previously did not exist.

The primary task of human beings is to creatively work at making our lives a remarkable thing of beauty. Whether we be butcher, baker, or candlestick maker there is always the opportunity to make a truly creative effort of a life's work by pounding out our dents and polishing that which is already beautiful. When we understand that life is the medium and we are the canvas, our efforts to improve become an exciting challenge rather than a boring task.

I am grateful to have the opportunity and the strength to work. I will not resent my job.

From the book: Days of Healing, Days of Joy by Earnie Larsen and Carol Larsen Hegarty

letting go of my defects of character

I chaired a 6th Step meeting last night on being entirely ready to let go of current defects of character. It was an interesting discussion/meeting. Pulled an article on the 6th Step from the October 1987 official journal archives for a short reading to get us started.

There was an implicit assumption made in the discussion in that none of us are perfect and we all have defects of character that we currently need to let go of. Since nobody had a halo at the meeting, that deemed a valid assumption.

From How it Works "No one among us has been able to maintain anything like perfect adherence to these principles. We are not saints. The point is, that we are willing to grow along spiritual lines. The principles we have set down are guides to progress. We claim spiritual progress rather than spiritual perfection."

It is foreign territory for me to identify a major defect in relatively quick time and make the decision to change my behavior as a way of letting go of said defect. In this instance there was a bit of the ubiquitous desire to balk. My ever improving contact with my higher power empowered me with courage and faith to do the next indicated thing of moving on.

I am grateful for the improved rate and skills for letting go of my defects of character and for my increasing spirituality.

hearing my higher powers message for me

Issues of money, property and prestige are always present. Last week, they culminated at the local 12-step business meeting that I have actively participated in for the last eleven years. For months, we have argued about spending money to carry the message—which is our primary purpose.

I favor in no uncertain terms using the resources we have buy literature and advertising. Others don't want to spend the money in our community. Every year, we have unspent money that we pass 'upline' to the Area and National entities expecting them to somehow fly back to Bellevue to do our work for us. To date, that has not worked. Insanity is repeating the same behavior expecting different results.

I love doing service work at the local level. The monthly meeting is a five minute drive from my home. There are plenty of alcoholics in my community needing to hear the message. The work of carrying the message will never be done in my lifetime.

Group-think like this would frustrate me greatly in the past giving me a reason (excuse) to use. This week I meditated on the issue and concluded that it is time for me to move on. I can't spend my time arguing over issues of money, property and prestige—that is our 6th Tradition.

The chairperson of the local business group responded today to my email from a few days ago discussing my thoughts and concerns. He suggested applying for an open board position working with our official journal, a monthly magazine with a print subscription of 220,000, an online edition, and a searchable online archive with every article ever printed since the magazine started 68 years ago. It was flattering that he suggested that position to me, but there is no way I am going to try to be that guy in a wheelchair trying to catch a taxi in New York City. (NYC taxis are infamous for who they don't stop for/pickup.)

Now I will work at a county level instead of a community level. It is the same work, with more driving and traffic. I will meet new people and learn more. It is time to expand my horizons. I will try to carry the message at a county level. Already got a new project today. The group agreed to make 21st century business cards with a QR code on them. I am on it.

This service work is very important to me. I live a small quiet life in my apartment with my 2 cats and 20-year old car. Chronic pain keeps me out of my wheelchair much of the day. Doing service work adds structure, values and a sense of accomplishment to my life. Most importantly, it helps keep me sober.

I am grateful for the rewards of doing service work with others and for whatever ability I have to hear my higher power's messages for me.

dining with Sandy

For the last 5 years, Sandy and I have gone out for a meal nearly every Friday. It started with several years of dinners, followed by a long year of mostly lunches and now we are back to dinners. Dining times are mostly a function of where her job is. When she worked in Bellevue, we did lunch. Otherwise it has been dinners.

Today we went to dinner in Kirkland at Lucia's in Park Place. It is a nice restaurant that is right in the middle of the curve between Italian pasta and American comfort food. Tonight I had Chicken stuffed with prosciutto with a side of mashed potatoes. It was delicious.

Lately we have been going to less expensive places. Sandy has gone vegetarian almost a year ago. Turns out there isn't that much you can do for upscale vegetables as a main course! There are no vegetable cost equivalents for filet mignon or lobster… That doesn't matter much to either of us. The point of going out to eat is for the conversation and the company.

Sandy is a great friend to me and I am very grateful to have her in my life. She is a beautiful woman on the inside and on the outside.

it's not me

Today I had lunch and a meeting with a friend I have known for 10+ years. Lunch was at a "taco trailer" parked outside of the Starbucks HQ in South Seattle. Had a chorizo chicken cheese sandwich that was delicious with an exquisite hot smoky red salsa. Went to a 40-minute meeting in the Starbucks building.

It was an amazing office building setup in what had formerly been occupied by Sears Roebuck going back to the 1930s. They had a wonderful collection of pictures of Seattle going back 100 years on the wall outside the upscale cafeteria. There was childcare for child at least as young as 18 months. The toddlers were walked around on a rope with a sort of elastic handcuff on their left hand. They were very cute walking around outside all bundled up for a damp day in Seattle.

My friend has been going to 12-step meetings for 15 years and now has 5 days of sobriety. I rarely see people in such intense emotional pain. Bought him lunch, took him to a meeting, bought him a pack of cigarettes and then gave him a ride home to his parents house. Thanks to the miracle of my recovery, I was able to be there for him as a good friend and also not have to adopt his pain as if it were mine.

Went to prison tonight. Mark had 33 years today. He is an extremely admirable man with a well-balanced happy life with the wife, kids, small construction business, catholic church and recovery. He was the first of seven siblings to get sober.

I am grateful for the time in sobriety that I do have, the friends that I have made along the way and that it is not me that had another relapse.