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Eyrie

Sunday Sundries – Take The Long Way Home

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Today was the best day we have had, in recent memory. We hit teen double digits today, the breeze was light, and the skies were blue. Still, I layered and wore my jacket.

Last night I spent the evening with my friend from California. I was telling some friends earlier that I ate better this week, than I have in months. Going out to dinner is rare for us, so eating out three times this week was a treat, but a drain on my wallet.

Tuesday night we had dinner at the hotel, a little steep for an Angus burger. Wednesday we hit up Rueben’s Deli for some delicious Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad, phenomenal. Last night we hit up Baton Rouge in the hotel complex, you either are a Rib person or a Prime Rib person. We haven’t been to this particular restaurant in years. So we feasted on chicken tenders to start and I had a whopping 12 oz cut of Prime Rib. Fantabulous !!!

I got home close to 1 a.m.

I finished reading “Eyrie” by Tim Winton. It was a good read. I enjoyed reading something written by someone from a different continent, and entirely different way of seeing the world. It was a great story. It was all about loss, austerity, how people come together and work it all out, and just how life is very funny.

The main character, Tom, was a high end spokesperson for an organization, who took a hit and lost his job, ended a relationship, and is, in many ways broken. Coming from money into almost poverty is a common story across the board. He finds a woman living in the same building and on the same floor as he, who he knew as a young person. Coincidence or Providence ?

She has a grandson, she is caring for while his mother does a stint in prison.

Shit happens. They team up and have a go.

The father of the boy is a meth head, and has nothing to do with his son. But grandma gets his things from him, carrying Tom in tow as protection and jealousy, and procures the car as well, that was her daughters. The ex father cooks up a plan to extort money from grandma because she parades our Tom, in front of him and he thinks that she has money or access to money … and they want that money, for no good reason.

They eventually fail at this endeavor.

The story is slow moving from the first word almost halfway through the book, when Winton then cranks up the story and things get heated. Here I am getting all excited for a wham bam thank you mam crescendo to earth shattering conclusion, and what I got was a soap bubble popping.

Very underwhelming. Boooo !!!

Tuesday night we went by Indigo before dinner and I picked up two other book written by Tim Winton, “Cloudstreet” and “Breath.” There is plenty more to read.

I opted to turn next to the next book in the Kathy Reichs/Temperance Brennan series, “Break no Bones.”

There are three other new books by my bedside to dive into for the next little while.

I was out early for tonight’s event. I took the tunnel outbound and made a stop at the Five Season’s grocery store on the way and I noticed that “Little Mount Greene” is half the size it was last week. Little Mount Greene is what we call the mountain of snow that has been piled up all winter, just off Greene on the way to the church.

Imagine a snow pile that is roughly, 50 feet long, end to end, about 7 feet tall at it highest peak, and is about four feet deep from sidewalk to the parking lot behind it.

Today the pile is about three feet tall, and a dozen feet long now, and about three feet in depth to the lot behind it. It is melting ever so slowly. The church lawn is almost bare, save a few spots near the church building where snow still sits.

Tonight’s read: Feminine Victory.

The first portion of Experience, Strength and Hope is the stories from the First Edition of the Big Book. Back in the thirties, alcoholism was a mans problem. Women were long suffering housewives, trying to keep a home, maybe working, and caring for children, meanwhile suffering the ravages of alcoholism that is taking a toll on their husbands.

Alcoholism was not the purview of the female gender.

That all changes, when early on, the first women in the program appeared at meetings, and found their seats and their voices. Early A.A. was not kind. The norm, white, middle class or poor blue collar workers were the bread and butter of early meetings.

In several documentaries, meetings had to deal with racial issues, whether to allow black men into white meetings, they also had issues with other folks who showed up plastered. Women were another issue for those men of old. In some meetings, alcohol was served. And we all know how that one ended.

Suffice to say, we have learned from our progenitors.

The Traditions guarantee “anyone” a seat in any room, “The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking.” Had this tradition existed before, well before, it was written, would have solved many of the problems facing the early groups at that time.

That did not solve all of A.A.’s problem. There are those who are not so accepting of “other” than we would like. But A.A. is constantly evolving.

Anyways, women.

Out story tonight was written by one of the first women to add her voice to the collection of stories in the book. Meaning she lived during the time just prior to the writing and codification and printing of the first edition. Women were just as equal to the men when it came to the disease of alcoholism. On the main, the story is the same. The insidiousness of alcohol, the slow descent into hell, and the issues of selfishness, self pity and resentments are the same.

Through the Four editions of the Big Book, the spectrum of writers expands. Although the first 164 pages of the book remain the same, there are those who say that a Fifth edition should be printed, to reflect today’s age, wisdom, and should be written in 21st century language.

It was a good night. Everybody is alive and well.

I was the last one out of the church, everybody had walked on. And I put a little Xanadu on the tunes, and started walking home. It was so nice outside this evening that I opted to walk outside instead of taking the tunnel, the long way home.

It was a very pleasant walk.

The week begins tomorrow and it will be the warmest it has been since last fall.

More to come, stay tuned …