Sunday Sundries … Brrr It’s Cold !!!
It is another single digit night, with a low coming in tonight of (5c). Last night, it was very chilly.
In weeks time, the temperatures have dropped considerably and a friend commented tonight
“Where the fuck did September go?”
We usually get to the end of September before we hit single digits, but that is not the case here right now. I decided last night to crate the A.C. for another winter. We actually turned the heat on to take away the chill last night.
The Sun tossed earth huge C.M.E’s but we here in Quebec, well, most probably, Montreal, did not get to see any auroras. But many in Canada did get to see them. It was clouded over, overnight both Friday and Saturday night.
It was a quiet weekend, and it was interesting last night, when we went to bed, there was no background hum of the A.C. Just the sounds of the streets rising into the tower.
I set off uber early to work with a friend on a new blog project. That is always fun, trying new things, and seeing what WordPress has to offer new writers. It was all too much to try and fit into a 90 minute consult. Finding the right theme, with the right perks takes time and patience. Knowing what you want the blog to do, is key, then you find a theme and template to match.
WordPress offers a huge amount of choices.
I have been using the same template and interface for many years. I have tweaked my site for optimum efficiency. If you go and make a serious changes with a new template, then you have to go back and redo everything that you had done already for a new space. That takes too much time, and I don’t need that kind of headache.
We got to the church on time, having walked up the block from Second Cup, and cranked it out and made coffee. It was a good crowd. Some new faces, and good discussion.
We read the story “A Vision of Recovery.”
We will soon be at the end of the book before too long.
I listened to the read, and I kind of trolled off topic, since a handful of folks started a tangent thought, so I fed off that for my contribution.
The same themes come up, but I took notice of “Insanity, Promises, Words and Higher Power.”
The insanity of the fact that, it is never just one, there is always more. The promises we make to people in our lives, namely family, that always get broken. I was reminded of what my father always said to me … “Be careful the words you speak, because once you speak them, you can never take them back.” And finally, finding a higher power, or a concept of one.
In the story our man is in the deep end of the pool, not knowing what to do, either attend a neighbors party and drink again, call his sponsor, who did not answer his call, or call on God to help.
He chooses the latter saying, “Well I guess it’s just you and me bud!”
He survives that night, and eventually gets into a meeting and sobers up.
The story ends with two years of sobriety, and his mention of working his Eighth Step.
Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
I’ve said before that my steps have been incomplete since the day I got sober, because of extenuating circumstances. You can’t make amends to someone who does not want to be in your life, for reasons well out of your control.
You can’t choose your family, but you can choose your friends, and create the family that you want.
Many people I know, in the rooms, have done just that. We’ve all build our family out of our fellows, male and female. Sometimes you need to detach from people, places and things that do not serve you anymore. In sobriety we grow up, sadly, some people on the outside, do not …
I can’t compete with some of the words spoken to me by family. It’s funny, my father thought that he was the fount of wisdom, and that every words he uttered, advisory or not, was to be obeyed and never questioned.
Sadly, he spoke words, but did not heed them himself.
I remembered those words. So you could say that I was an alcoholic, who did not speak. Rather, I acted. And they say that actions speak louder than words. My actions probably screamed, and I am paying for those actions to this day.
We all grow up. And move into our adulthood’s and lives. There will be people who may not necessarily agree with your choices and the way we choose to grow up. And I’ve learned that expecting someone (read: Family) to grow up and understand is one expectation too many.
Especially when you hear the words …”If either your father or me die, no one will call you and no one will tell you where we are buried.”
Be careful the words you speak, because once you speak them, you can never take them back.
Sadly, she did not heed those word either.
Another week is upon us. It will be a great week, because I will get presents in the mail.
Everybody is sober another night.
More to come, stay tuned …