Blogging on gratitude in our lives and the incredibly positive impact of 'intentional gratitude'.
December 31st — A Short Review of My 2012
Working with others
Visiting Bob at the UW Medical Center
Being in the moment (mindful?) on Xmas Day
Late in the day of Christmas Eve
Having a Christmas tree and visiting friends
Long term relationships
Lunch with Dan and King Tut
Morning writing w/ more open and honest communication
30 days
A Good Day in the Life
A warm place to live on a cold night
A Power Greater Than Myself
Volunteering at the Washington State Reformatory
A quick CAT scan + talking with others at UWMC
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
**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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.