Friday Roundup

Actually, it’s Saturday morning. I did a terrible job this week of sticking to my schedule and a friend had to remind me. Thank you Claire! I finally got readers and I disappeared. That may very well be my new theme. I finally arrived, and then I disappeared.

I also forgot my husband’s birthday. If you recall from July 27th, I also forgot our anniversary. (http://writerecover.com/2022/07/27/nine-years/).

This is not going to be the Friday “roundup” that I promised, just a little alcoholic reflection. Reflection One: My memory came back when I got sober, and clearly I lost it again these past 6 weeks.

I hosted a bookclub on Wednesday night for a group of women that I only know from Facebook. They are a tough crowd. In anticipation of this, I decided I would drink. Wanting to fit in? Wanting to “have fun?” Wanting to feel “normal” again? I prepared for said bookclub with three beers and by the time everyone arrived, I was drunk. It doesn’t take much, especially since I didn’t eat and I’m on IBS medication that “runs” everything through my body. Suffice it to say, it was not a good night, and it was a worse Thursday.

Reflection two: I much prefer hanging out with my sober friends. We have way better conversations and I like them much more.

By Friday (um, yesterday?), I forgot all about this and invited the owners of Kindness Ranch to our yurt for drinks, telling myself I would only “sip” my drink. Luckily, we were too tired and cancelled Happy Hour. 

Reflection three: Staying here at Kindness Ranch by myself for four days is not a good idea. I was already strategizing on how to get some beer. I’m headed home. I want to get back to meetings, work and swimming and remain close to my bathroom and bidet. (TMI?)

I have some questions.

Why do these silly newscasters risk their lives to report to us from the middle of a hurricane? Where can I find news coverage that reports the news and doesn’t pontificate on the politics and the “issues” surrounding a hurricane? 

I’m blond now. Will I be treated differently? Will my hair turn green when I swim? Will it break off? 

I’ve picked my fingernails down below the line and they are bleeding. Will I ever stop or will I spend the rest of my life picking my fingernails off? What is to become of my hands?

This has been a very boring, non-funny post, and for that I apologize. I just wanted to get something on here before tomorrow’s “spiritual” day when I will talk about god, who remains, to me, lower case.