It Is Not Ebola

Lea came down with a nasty cough that started last week.   We both have it this week.  Right now, mine cough is a lot less severe than hers.  Hopefully it will get better soon.


I am grateful that it is not Ebola and that we have easy access to great hospitals if it turns into something much worse than a chest cold.

Michelle Is Back

Got a call from Harborview ER at 5:30 this morning.  Michelle had been badly beaten while living in the homeless camps by the freeway in Seattle (aka the jungle) for the second time this month.  She said she was ready to quit drinking & using and wanted to stay with us.  Told her to call me back in 15 minutes and talked it over with Lea.  We agreed to go get her and let her stay with us—with the condition that she get a sponsor and work the steps.

Her face was a big bruise around both eyes.  She was so sore that she could not buckle her seatbelt.  Definitely some incomprehensible demoralization going on with her.  It reminded me of picking up Lea 1/1/13 when all she could do was cry and when I checked into the psych ward at Harborview 16 years ago for being suicidal.  Lea and I were both glad it was not us.

I hope Michelle does the work to stay sober this time.  She is one of the most talented people I have known in my life reminding me very much of my good friend Mark Adams with his fantastic talents.  20 years ago Mark stopped drinking for 6 months, then got drunk and blew his brains out with a .22 rifle.  He did not work a program of recovery and white-knuckling it only goes so far.

I am grateful Michelle is alive and not drinking now.  I am even more grateful that it is not me in that heinous pain of knowing drinking no longer works and being too scared to quite.  More will be revealed…



Exactly Alike

Frequent contact with newcomers and with each other is the bright spot of our lives.
Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 89

A man came to the meeting drunk, interrupted the speakers, stood up and took his shirt off, staggered loudly back and forth for coffee, demanded to talk, and eventually called the group's secretary an unquotable name and walked out. I was glad he was there – once again I saw what I had been like. But I also saw what I still am, and what I still could be. I don't have to be drunk to want to be the exception and the center of attention. I have often felt abused and responded abusively when I was simply being treated as a garden variety human being. The more the man tried to insist he was different, the more I realized that he and I were exactly alike.

            From AA’s Daily Reflections for September 29th.

When I came to 12-step recovery, I was terminally unique, full of self-pity and rage.  Today I am just a garden variety drunk that can hear the similarities of how we are all alike instead of getting stuck on the differences between me and everybody else.  That is a lot of progress and a much easier way to live.


I am grateful to be exactly alike other alcoholics.  There is a treatment that works for what we have.   That is a lot better than how it used to be.

A Day Off

I am grateful for a day off from writing my Gratitude blog!

Compassion, Empathy And Happiness

Cut-n-paste from The Science of Happiness:

In this section we’re going to talk about what compassion is both from a scientific and kind of a deeper cultural perspective. You know, one of the questions that motivates this definitional
work on thinking about what compassion is, is to try to understand why people so routinely act in kind fashion whether it be volunteering or giving money away or helping out a stranger in need or really more extreme forms of heroism that we’ll talk about towards the end of this section.

And social science takes this perspective where they think about there being really multiple motives to sort of guiding kind or altruistic behavior. So, as you’ve learned we can help people because of empathy.  Another reason that we can help is because we gain in our social status, that people tend to sort of esteem others who are generous and kind and that will motivate helping. Very often as we’ll learn later in this class, we will help and be kind and cooperate through feelings of gratitude, through feelings of a sense that others have given to us and we reciprocate in kind as a very powerful motivator of kindness and altruistic action. But really social science has really zeroed in on compassion as one of the primary drivers of kind and altruistic and cooperative behavior.

So what do we mean by compassion? Well, what we mean by compassion is really the feeling that you have when you witness someone else who is suffering or who is in need, and then you have this motivation to help them, to ameliorate their condition or to enhance their welfare. Now, that definition helps us distinguish compassion, when you feel concern over someone's welfare and have the desire to help them, with other kinds of states. For example empathy, really, is where you understand what someone feels or you may actually show the same emotions as they have. So if someone’s in physical pain and you have an empathic response, you too feel physical pain, but you don’t necessarily feel concern.

There’s a whole other scientific literature on the incredible tendency for people to mimic each other’s behaviors, right. So we mimic or imitate yawns and laughs and tones of voice and face scratching and postural movements, eyebrow movements, gaze activity, but that again
is something that’s really separate from the feeling of concern about somebody’s welfare with
compassion. And then finally, in the philosophical literature, there’s a lot of discussion about
pity, but we can really separate pity, which is the feeling of concern for someone that you feel is
inferior to you from compassion where there isn’t this sense of superiority or inferiority, right.

So we can separate pity from compassion. Now, it’s really interesting when we take a step back as Karen Armstrong, the great historian of religion and spiritual concepts did, where she made the case that about 2,500 years ago as there was this explosion of thought and writing and scholarship about human nature and happiness and what is the good life, Armstrong really suggested that a lot of the great ethical and spiritual traditions that you may be acquainted with really think of compassion as really one of the primary pathways to human happiness and the good life.

Let me give you some illustrative quotes. This runs of course throughout Christianity where we see for example in Matthew 7:12, “In everything therefore, treat people the same way you want to treat you, for that is the law.” There’s sort of this sense of fundamental caring. If you go to Buddhism, and we’ve already seen the Dalai Lama’s idea that to be happy you have to practice compassion, here’s another illustrative quote: "Putting oneself in the place of another, one should not kill nor cause another to kill.” And this is very much in keeping with the Buddhist philosophy of no harm, right that in your actions you practice kindness and no harm. If you go to Islamic traditions you see Mohammad writing a little bit later, “Hurt no one, so that no one may hurt you.” Again, a fundamental emphasis on compassion. And then Daoism which we encountered earlier of Lao Tzu, there you find you find the quote, “He is kind to the kind, he is also kind to the unkind.”


And throughout these great traditions you see this prioritization and emphasis on compassion.
So, when you think about this feeling of concern for the welfare of others and the desire to lift them up as our definition of compassion, what’s really remarkable – and this begins to raise interesting questions about how central compassion is to who we are as a species - what’s
fascinating is the historical evidence of how prevalent and powerful compassion is in the most
unlikely of contexts. This has really been documented eloquently by Jonathan Glover, who is a
historian who wrote this wonderful book I’d recommend called "Humanity." And Glover surveys
the sort of first hand accounts of what war was like and what battle was like in a lot of the 20th
century's wars: the Vietnam war, the Korean war, the world wars and the like. And what
he finds is with remarkable regularity, soldiers feel and are really overwhelmed by  what he
called sympathy breakthroughs, that when they encounter face-to-face, eye-to-eye, their adversaries, their lives are on the line, instead of pulling the trigger, they often sort of break down with sympathy and weeping in a sense of common humanity.

That sort of observation raises this interesting question that we’ll tackle in this section which is: well, why are we compassionate?   Why are we so frequently kind and generous? If you go back  to early evolutionary thought which guides some of the science, you find really contrasting answers. Alfred Russell Wallace, co-discoverer of the theory of natural selection, published his theory of evolution in the same outlet as Charles Darwin and at the same time. He really felt that evolution didn’t have a lot to say about compassion or sympathy, that really evolution was about sort of physical structures in human beings and out in nature, but these moral sentiments like compassion or sympathy were put into human beings by God. Thomas Huxley, who was known as Charles Darwin's bulldog and was kind of a popularizer of Charles Darwin, was kind of a cynical guy and he said you know, there is no way that evolution would have crafted or sort of created or designed compassion into the human nervous system. It really is a cultural product. It's a set of norms that people as part of societies agree to.

Now here’s what’s fascinating and what’s really fun to encounter in reading deeply about what Darwin thought about human beings. In The Descent of Man from 1871, Charles Darwin made the case that sympathy, or compassion, is our strongest instinct. And I’ll quote, because “sympathy will have been increased through natural selection for those communities which included the greatest number of the most sympathetic members would flourish the best and raise the greatest number of offspring.” So what Darwin is offering is a really straightforward approach to why we’re sympathetic and compassionate as a kind of evolutionary adaptation - because it helps us get along in communities, it helps us take care of those offspring
who are the carriers of our genes, lots of good evolutionary reasons for being sympathetic
and compassionate.

So what about happiness? Well, you’re going to start to see a lot of different data on how cultivating compassion helps with physical health and the condition of your brain and other effects, but one of things that scientists have documented, Hooria Jazaieri is that a simple training exercise where you practice loving kindness, where you’re just thinking compassionate
thoughts towards others and towards yourself over time, actually pretty dramatically increases
your own personal happiness, suggesting that the Dalai Lama was on to something when he
said that compassion is the pathway to happiness.




I am grateful for my greatly increased compassion, empathy and happiness today.



The Serenity Prayer

Many forms of the serenity prayer exists.  This is the best known per Wikipedia and my favorite.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.

I have much serenity in my life today accepting not only the things I cannot change, but also those things that I am not going to bother with or put the effort into changing.  Mostly it boils down to what I am willing to work on based on my perception of how much work it will be.

There is one guy with a spinal cord injury like mine that climbed the Half Dome in Yosemite and another guy that climbed Mt Rainier.  Based on their success, I could do those activities.  I don’t even want to be at the top of either mountain and am definitely not willing to work at it like they did.

More pragmatically, it would be good to be more fit and less fat.  I am working on it little by slowly.  I went swimming twice last week and this week.

One of my issues in getting and keeping serene to is be okay with some being enough.  As a kid, my parents always pushed me to do/get/want more—there was never enough.  That thinking ruled my soul for decades.  Years of recovery has overcome that insane imprinting to a just about functional degree.  That is good enough for today.


I am grateful for the serenity in my life, that my needs for food and shelter are met and that I am learning how to love and be loved in a healthy way that works today.

Jenny the cat

I got Jenny the cat from a Craigslist ad in June 2006.  She was a skittish year-old  shorthaired neutered female calico cat.  We did not get along really well at first because she wanted to lick me and I thought she was trying to bite me she grabbed me in her mouth to get me to hold still.  We got it figured out after a week or two.  Then she would loudly meow at 4 AM in the bathroom which sounded like an echo chamber when I was trying to sleep before going to work.

I guessed she was lonely after being the youngest cat in a houseful of cats.  So I got a kitten that Joy S named June Bug.  Bug and I bounded closely from the start.  She still jumps up in my lap and rides around on my wheelchair.

Jenny both bossed Bug around and taught her how to clean herself.  They got along really well with the occasional short bloodless cat fight.  Bug is a small fat cat.  Jenny was slightly bigger and skinny.  It was 5 or 6 years before Bug realized she was stronger than Jenny.

Jenny was a lot masochistic.   She liked having her tail pulled.   A favorite activity was to sit on the corner of the bed next to where I got dressed in my wheelchair and often watched a few minutes of TV at a time.   Jenny would meow like the cat equivalent of a kid screaming on a roller-coaster while I rubbed her really hard to the point of squishing her.  We did that several times a day for years.

Bug and Jenny never left my apartment in 7 years until I took Jenny to the vet last November after she was losing weight and looking kinda rough and unhappy.  The vet gave her a shot for allergies.  Two more trips to the vet earlier this year and Jenny continued to get worse.  On the 3rd trip to the vet, they gave her a worm shot.  WTF???   They clearly had no idea what was wrong with Jenny.  I was ready to have her put down, but the vet and Lea persuaded me to hold off on that hoping for spontaneous healing or perhaps a no-kill shelter.

For the last two months, it was like watching her die slowly to me.  She got a little skinnier and her once beautiful coat looked rougher with weird bumps on her skin.  She was isolating most of the time and rarely came by for her daily pummeling on the corner of the bed.

Two months after the last trip to the vet, we took Jenny to the Seattle Humane Society today.  They are a no kill shelter.  We will never see Jenny again.  If she responds to treatment she will be adopted by someone else.  I hope she gets better, she was a wonderful fun loving chatty cat that shared lots of companionship with me, Bug and Lea.  8+ years is by far and
away the longest I ever had a pet.  Thanks Jenny for the love and memories.  That is the roommate relationship in my adult life by years.

I am grateful for a wonderful cat named Jenny that lived with me for 8 years.  She made my life better.  I know she will be in a better place.

Today I Learned What Love Is

Reading Barbara Fredrickson’s Love 2.0 which is the her second book after Positivity.  Paraphrasing her broad definition of love as being when people connect with a shared moment that changes their biochemistry (for the better) and leaves them feeling better than before.  I love that definition of love.  It is simple, easy, inclusive and makes sense to me.

Sure, there are other situations that don’t follow this definition such as I love my mother but don’t like her and can’t safely talk with her.  Fredrickson’s definition is certainly a great place to start when talking about love.


I am grateful for all the love in my life and the lives of others.  I have a lot more love in my life than I ever realized.

Toys

While never without any toys in my life, I never had a large collection of toys to play with from childhood on.   Or for that matter, much else by way of materialism.  A big part of that was due to fear of loss/abandonment.  If I did not have something, it could not be taken away from me and so there would be no pain of loss.  There was a lot of fear controlling my life.

Lately I have gone on a toy/hobby tool buying spree.  The total spending is about the price of a used domestic car.  There is a huge element of hope in investing in my entertainment, mental and physical health.  It is certainly new behavior.

I am not sure what to make of all this. Certainly self-compassion for me in my younger days for spending my money on dope instead of toys and durable goods is an obvious place to start.  I am excited about these new projects where I will learn to use the tools and make beautiful things while changing my perception of the world for the better.

I am grateful for the willingness to change my ways to create more happiness in my life.  That is a miracle of recovery.  I had always looked forward to learning what my hobbies would be in recovery.  Being happy, jewelry making, photography and socializing are great places to start.

A Beautiful Day and then Dead Again (HTPC)

I got my home theater PC working last week after having replaced the motherboard, CPU, memory and having to reinstall Windows.  It was working great, but would not play Avatar in BluRay without choking on it.  I ordered a nice video card and installed it tonight.  Now the PC won’t boot.  That sucks.  I am hoping it is a power supply problem.

Today was a gorgeous last hot day of summer in Seattle.   Went to an nice NA meeting with Lea, Danica and baby Jayse.  I had not been to an NA meeting for years.   We gave Danica a ride home stopping at Wal-Mart along the way to buy a baby monitor.  That will enable her to listen to Jayse upstairs while in the downstairs kitchen.  They are both doing really well.  Danica is a naturally happy person.

The Seahawks played the Broncos in a Super Bowl rematch today in Seattle.   It was a great game with a thrilling overtime win by Seattle as they drove for a game-winning touchdown.

I am grateful for a beautiful day, a great local sports team, being able to help others, and a classier set of problems than how it used to be.

The Emergency Room at Swedish/Issaquah

Lea had a headache for the last week that would not go away.  Last night, she had a slight fever and chills.  Deciding enough was enough, we went to the emergency room at Swedish Hospital in Issaquah driving right by Overlake and Group Health in Bellevue on the way.

She was taken back to an examination room before she finished handing over her insurance card.  Within 30 minutes, an MD talked with her and prescribed three headache medicines by pill.  Lea took those, listened to me read my latest Barbara Frederichs book, Love 2.0, and napped for 30 minutes.  On awakening, her headache was gone.  Another 30 minutes of waiting to be sure she was okay and 30 minutes for the paperwork and we were out of there. 


We are grateful for multiple medical choices and powerful medications to help us in our time of need.

The "Get A Job Meeting"

It turns out that a possibly pejorative nickname for my morning meeting is the get a job meeting.  To be sure, a large fraction of the attendees are not employed.  If members stick around long enough, most of them do get a job—then they are busy working and can’t attend a 9:30 AM meeting.  So they do get a job and that is a good accurate nickname for the meeting.

Even when viewed from a more critical interpretation, those at the meeting are doing far better than how it used to be with drunk driving, lives of crime and heading towards a hard bottom of alcoholism and addiction.

One of our members got a job Wednesday and started working today.  I brought a congratulations card to the meeting and had attendees sign it.  Then I took the card to Crossroads Mall where they were working at the food court.  That was undoubtedly the first congratulations card they got from friends in a long long time—maybe 20 years.  I am sure he appreciated it.  I know I felt better for having been nice to another person by acknowledging their progress.  In July, he was looking at 8 months in jail for not paying a $70 fine. Now he has a job, that is a miraculous turnaround.


I am grateful to see the progress others make in getting their lives together thanks to the miracle of 12-step recovery.  It is good to be living in the solution and not still stuck in the problem.

Life Is Okay Today

I did some Amazon shopping, reading, meditating and a meeting.  Have much hope for a good day tomorrow.

I am grateful that life is going well for me today.

Relationship Insights

In the last year and especially the last week, it has become ever more clear to me how important relationships with others are in my life.  I used to try to live my life without being dependent on anybody.  That clearly failed misterably.

From now on, relationships with others is the most important issue in my after my sobriety and higher power.  Without healthy relationships or a higher power, I will not have sobriety.  These priorities are admittedly circular and self-referencing.   I am determined to be a happy person that with better relationships.

I am grateful to be a life-long learner and for the new friends that I am soon to make.


Back To The Pool

The Bellevue Aquatic Center reopened yesterday after their annual 4-week closure for maintenance.  They installed new cranes to lift people like me out of the water.  While slow, they are an extremely functional and easy way for me to get out of the pool.  I swam for 45 minutes this evening.  It felt great to get back in the water and swim.

It will be an relatively busy Fall for me.  I have an online class, a f2f Mobile Device web class that I will be auditing at Bellevue College, plan on creating a positivity portfolio like this, swimming, working on happiness and relationships, and lots of meetings.

I am grateful for the swim, my newfound sense of hope, and lots of healthy activities.

The Science Of Happiness

The massive open online class (MOOC) on The Science of Happiness started today.  Not having my car this morning gave me a great opportunity to spend the morning studying.  Finished the first weeks reading and exercises.  Have read a score of books on positive psychology made this week’s readings an overview and review for me.  There are two books to go with the class that I should have tomorrow thanks to the book goodness of Amazon.

It was helpful to have focused on being happy before I got my car from the tow-yard and talked with the apartment manager.  Much like I suspected, she changed the towing policy last week without advance notice.  In the end, this should work better for me.  Hopefully I will get at least a partial reimbursement for the towing bill.  Management screwed up in multiple ways by failing to follow HUD regulations about reserved parking spaces for a person with a disability, not informing residence about a policy change and more. 

I could bug the government bureaucrats to bug management.  Nobody wants that.  It is not how I want to spend my time.  Staff and a $15B property management company do not work to get a black mark from the feds for towing a guy in a wheelchair’s car from a spot he already parked in 60+ times with no advance notice.

I wanted to yell and swear at someone for having my car towed.  Instead I kept a civil tone expressing how vital it is that I have a safe functional place to park my where I live.  The manager was not all that present for the discussion thumbing through a dozen years of leases while I was talking with her.  I guess it was the best she could do at the time. Her assistant said she would call me back.  I heard the same thing 12 days ago about a different issue and never got a callback then.  The manager was due to leave early today and be gone tomorrow.  I am glad I went to the office to talk with her.

I am grateful for doing a better job of showing up like a mature adult in my life today.  Plenty of room for more progress but it was good enough for today.  I will continue to study the science of happiness and be a happier person with a more meaningful life in the future.


I Got Towed From My Own Apartment

My car got towed from the parking lot of my apartment last night.  I have a reserved spot per Federal HUD guidelines and somebody parked in it for the last two days.  When I came home last night at 9 PM, there was no place for me to park at the top of the small hill where I live.  So I parked in the fire lane in a place that did not block any traffic like I have for an estimated 50 times before for the same situation.    Only last night my car was towed to the tune of $400.

I could have got my car today.  I save a $40 bucks by getting it tomorrow.  It was an excuse  for a slow day at home.   A friend would give me a ride in the afternoon.  A small item on my bucket list includes walking from home in my wheelchair to a bus stop.  Leaving is easier than coming home since it is downhill.  My plan is to catch the new B Line bus that goes down NE 8th between Bellevue and Redmond every 15 minutes.  That will put me on flat ground a quarter mile from my car.

Naturally, I am not happy with having been towed in the first place, a $400 tow bill, being without a car and then having to go get it.    The apartment management will need to make some changes to avoid this happening again in the future.  Ideally they will pay my towing bill too.

I am grateful that I have the money to pay the bill, multiple ways of getting to my car and some thoughts on avoiding this same situation again in the future.   I have a classier set of problems today than how it used to be.

Two Babies In One Day

My experience with babies is extremely limited.  Today I drove two different mother/baby pairs around.   Danica and Jayse to lunch at Southcenter and then home to White Center.  Tonight Libby and ten-day old Hunter went to the Pine Lake Speaker meeting with me.  Brad joined us at Costco for a hotdog and then at the meeting riding his red Harley.  Being around two babies in one day (or month) was a new experience for me.

We talked about hope at the meeting this morning.  I hated hope due to such a vivid memory of being 15 with a pistol in my mouth not pulling the trigger having to depend on hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.  Years ago when first starting 12-step recovery,   I had to skip hope and try for faith and trust in the program, a higher power and my willingness because of my strong aversion to hope.

When Jeff talked about hope this morning, I realized that I now have an optimistic hope for the future that my life’s events are and will be okay.  It was a brain-wrenching realizing that still needs further processing.  I am sure I will be happier in the future with more action and less depression.

I am grateful for my newfound hope and for being able to be of service to others today.



Raymond Feist, Author

Ray went to UCSD in the late 70s.  He and his college buddies ginned-up a dungeons and dragons type universe.   Ray went on to parlay that into a eries spanning 3 decades of writing 30 books in 5 Riftwars under one epic saga.  I just finished reading his last book in the series, Magician’s End.  While not high-brow literature, it decent sci-fi fantasy reading.  What I admire most is how he was able to turn late night college game-playing into an entire career making him a NY and London Times bestselling author.  How cool is that?   This was a prodigious feat of imagination to dorm games into a distinguished writing career.

I am grateful for the entertainment derived from reading many of RF’s Riftwar saga this year. 

18 Months of Methadone

Lea started methadone 18 months ago on 3/12/13.  From what I had seen and heard from other heroin addicts, I did not have much faith in methadone treatment programs for addicts nor chronic pain.   I thought it was at best switching dealers from street drugs to clinics.   

Watching Lea change her life from stuck on the low end of a steepening downward spiral to now having 6 months of sobriety after using only a handful of times in the previous year has changed my perception of methadone treatment enormously for the better. 

Helping her get this far is the most I have ever helped another human being in my life.   It has been a life changing experience for me.  I am much kinder, compassionate and patient.  Reading a dozen positive psychology books while waiting for her to do appointments has made me a better happier person.

Tonight was prison AA night.   I have heard people use the term “homicidal maniac” many times in a metaphorical or rhetorical way.  Tonight I heard a man state that he was a “certified homicidal maniac” in a literal way.  You don’t hear that every day.  He is working on making amends to those he has harmed by at least writing letters of remorse to those he has harmed.  That is a heavy burden to carry.


I am grateful to have been of service to others.  Helping them has enabled me to live a better life that is a lot happier, joyous and free than how it used to be.

I “Get” To…

I love the positive psych explanations for psychological/physiological interactions.  One of the simplest is reframing have to do_______ or  got to do _______ statements into  I get to do____ statements.  Reframing  “I have to go get new wheelchair tires” into “I get to go get  new wheelchair tires 100% covered by my workmen’s comp insurance” greatly changes how I feel about going to a shop with less than stellar customer service.

Instead of waiting for the chair to be worked on, I had Lea take it inside and drove around the corner to Alderwood Mall.  She went shopping at Ross for 30 minutes while I played with my 3G cell phone and read Positivity.  By the time we got back to the repair shop my chair was ready.  The repair guy had gone to lunch.  In an unexpected and pleasantly surprising display of proactive customer service, he called me this afternoon to let me know of some other priority work that needed to be done on my chair.

I can sorta barely surf the web in 3G, but it is barely better than use only in emergencies.  I will likely upgrade to 4G this month.  The primary reason for me to hold off on the 4G upgrade is to avoid hiding in my phone instead of being present when out in public.  I see lots of people playing with their phones these days while greatly missing out on the social interactions around them.  Maybe I won’t upgrade.  I vacillate!

There are few things in life that I have to do.  There are many actions I get to do that make my life better when I do them.  Staying sober, going to meetings and being of service to others are three examples of what I get to do as part of a healthy self-care program for me.

I am grateful for all the things that I get to do in my life today and that I get to make choices about how I want to live.


Lots Of Meetings

It is often suggested that new AA members attend 90 meetings in 90 days.  A guy I know that literally died from alcoholism and was then CPR’d back to life has never done that—he has always gone to more than 90 in 90.  It works for him and he is closing in on 10 years sobriety.

I heard him share is 90+ in 90 plan back in 12/12 and have tried to follow his lead ever since.  I got a few meetings behind this summer and need to catch another dozen meetings to be assuredly on the plus side of 90 in 90 for the year. 

As things worked out, we went to an extra five meetings in the last eight days.  That has worked well.  I feel good about myself and my program. 

There is about 100 meetings a week within a mile or 10-minute drive of my home.  That is far and away more convenient than what most alcoholics have to choose from.  Most of them are at the Alano Club of the Eastside (ACES) which features a full service café and a members room along with one smaller and one larger classroom-sized meeting rooms. 

I am grateful for lots of meetings near me.   We are blessed to have an extremely active 12-step community with excellent resources in our region.

A Short List

Changing it up a bit to keep it fresh (and fast) per Positivity.

I am grateful for:
My car
Nice roads that are landscaped and well-maintained
A pleasant ending to a nice summer
12+ hours of daylight
Warm weather
Good friends
My sobriety
12-step programs
My sister
My new silver/copper smithing hobby
A steady livable income
A comfy king size bed with a dozen pillows for pain management
Not having to get up too early


Comfort From The Pain Of Others

One of the women that goes out to the prison with us every month on the second Thursday had 5 years of sobriety for the third time last month.  Tonight at the meeting she had seven days.  OMG!  I like her a lot, am sorry she relapsed and wish her well.  There is also huge comfort for me in knowing that I am not alone with my problems of relapse.  I made it a point to give her a hug after the meeting, tell her I love her, am glad she is back and that she is resilient and has true grit to keep coming back.

Often, the funniest moments at 12-step meeting are when we bare our heart & soul sharing the dumbass things we have done while using our own best alcoholic-minded thinking.   Nobody laughed at the lady with 7 days.  Alcoholism is a fatal progressive disease and no joke.

I am grateful my friend made it back to the meeting.  She was in a lot of pain before using.  Hopefully know she will have additional humility enabling her to flourish with increased spiritual growth.  I am glad it was not me.





Another Seattle Record

It has been a great week in Seattle for sports fans.  The Seahawks kicked-off the NFL season with a Thursday night dominating win over a good Green Bay team.    The Huskies barely won over Eastern Washington (really?  Wow?).  Today was another record hot day for the date at 90°.

Lea and I usually go together to six meetings a week.  On Saturday mornings, she goes to a women’s meeting and I go to a mixed meeting.  We both made it to ten meetings this week which is good boost over our usual seven per week.

It is nice to have a fellow traveler in recovery.  In the past, I would go to a lot of meetings by myself.  That rarely happens these days.


I am grateful for winning sports teams, warm weather, lots of meetings and a good friend in recovery that spends lots of time with me.  Hands down, I have spent more time with Lea than any other person in my life over the course of a month or a year.  We get along really well.

Six Months

 Both Lea and I have six months of continuous sobriety today.  It is the first time she has ever made it this far in her 18 months of using methadone to get off heroin.  This is the fifth time I have had six months.  We are both doing really well—all things considered.   We are alive, sober, working our programs and reasonably happy.

We have both made great progress becoming more comfortable in our skin.  There is plenty of room for more progress.  The outlook today is a lot brighter than how it used to be.

I am grateful for our sobriety and to have a companion on our journey through recovery and life.  That is a lot better than being alone, isolating and lonely.  On average, my relationship with god and others is getting better each day—spiritual progress not perfection.

Virtual Keyboard

i m gr8ful 4 my onscreen/virtual keyboard.

Progress!

After my debate with my lesser self last night in my Gratitude blog post, I am happy to report good progress today.  Got my HTPC working with a new stand for it in my bedroom.  I am going to install a fan speed controller so it is not quite completely buttoned up, but it is working as it should.  Watered the plants, got rent paid via HEN for Lea (CCS rent subsidization program) and made progress on getting the front room straightened up.

One of the likely barriers to my getting things done is that I need to take Jenny the cat to the Humane Society and leave her there.  There is something wrong with her that three trips to the vet and $500 did not begin to fix.  She is a sweet cat and fun to play with.   I have had her for 8 years.  Saying goodbye in a healthy way is not one of my skills.  I know how to burn bridges.  Balking on leaving Jenny has segued into balking everywhere for me.

I am having lunch with my old friend George tomorrow.  I just now called him to confirm and he gave me terrible cancer report on my oldest friend from childhood, Bob W.  Bob has been fighting skin cancer for a couple of years.  Last week he drove his car into the his work building due to not being able to make his leg work as expected.  He totaled his car and a CAT scan showed that he has 12 tumors in his brain.  Not good.  Talk about a crappy day at the office…   They don’t get much worse than that.

I find it hard to believe that I don’t have cancer.  As a kid on the farm, when we wanted to keep the flies off our horses, we patted them down with DDT like flouring a rolling pin.  When we wanted to stop mold in the swimming pool, we painted the wall with mercury.  Weeds => Agent Orange.  Insulation => asbestos.   My dad met few toxic chemicals that he did not like.


I am grateful for progress in getting things done and for not having cancer.  Bob and George have been two of the best friends I have had in my life.

More Balking

I have activities that would improve my life to work on and/or complete.  Not doing them results in negative/undesirable thoughts and feelings.  Doing them makes me feeling better.  They are not particularly hard.  I would probably even enjoy doing them.  The tyranny of insane alcoholic thinking  aka sloth or procrastination causes me to persuade myself to not do them.  I know it is insane behavior.  I feel bad and want to feel better—apparently just not enough to actually take action.

The good news is that I am well aware of this process and able to take a little action at a time.  Writing about my balking at least allows me to process it with words and lets go of some of the self-inflicted tyranny of negative thinking.  Being stuck in yet another cycle of insane thinking and behavior is a degree of maddening well beyond frustrating especially while I sit here and watch it happen.

I have taken some action today.  I went to two meetings, talked with others and put the final parts in my HTPC (that took two minutes).  The next step is to test the HTPC.  Either it works and I am good to go or back to the drawing board.  Working on metalsmithing is also high on my list of to-do activities.  Even after finding a hobby that I like doing, I am balking on it.  Fear of failure is incorrectly tuned in my mind.  The only failure is when I do nothing.  I don’t need to do things well.  I just need take action.

I am grateful that I am not in worse shape emotionally.  Clearly the possibility exists to be a lot worse off.

Reading Positivity today, the author went through a similar scenario of failure.  Her solution is arguing with these thoughts and with real facts.  Feelings are not facts.  FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real.  I will take more action tomorrow.






Labor Day

In a time of rapidly increasing income inequality and decreasing union strength looking back on that unions had to create a middle class in America after the days of the robber barons it is amazing to see what great social change they wrought in building a middle class bringing a good paycheck, educational opportunities and safety regulations to the masses.

My parents benefited greatly from being union members—so much so that they voted Republican.  Those chickens have come home to roost in a time of declining middle class and the richest are again getting richer than the rest of us.

I am grateful for the social changes wrought by unions; the wonderful goods, devices and commodities created by labor and for those that have a job they love.

A Birthday Party For Greg

My friend Greg will be 50 on September 9th.  He stays at his parents in Issaquah while in Seattle.  They had a birthday party for him this afternoon.  His mom, dad and two of the four brothers Dan and Gerry were there along with TM, Lea and myself.

I have not been to a friend’s parent’s house for a birthday since I was a kid—to the best of my memory.   It was nice.   Greg’s mom does not get around so well now.  Greg did the vast majority of the cooking and serving.  We had shrimp-like langostinos, potatoes, bread, corn on the cob, green beans and birthday cake.  It was very pleasant.


I am grateful to have been invited to and attended Greg’s birthday party.  It is nice to see a family that spends time together.  Growing up in the major cities of the east coast was clearly a lot different than growing up on a farm in Auburn.  Not better or worse—just way different.