After reading Adam's post on "cunning" I had to ask myself when was the last time I experienced the cunning nature of my disease and was reminded to day that a couple of weeks ago while working on a house remodel for a client who lives off shore I went to clean out the reefer and there on the top shelf was a single "Silver Bullet". It use to be a stand in when I couldn't find my preferred beer of choice...you know the one you used to polish your identity when in the group of drinkers you/I hung with. We even use to say that a great christmas gift would be if you came back from vacation with a case of Coors each for your drinking buddies. I gave lots of great christmas gifts like that...Let me wander back to the kitchen and the reefer. I get the can out and take it to the sink while it is trying the old sales job and with little to no distraction I pour it out...didn't even think of giving it to the neighbor like I did the last several cases. Just poured it out...recognized the smell, had the memories and turned the can over in the dish rack above the trash can. This afternoon after several weeks have past I got it into the trash can. That was quick. No distractions now...none...no big deal and grateful that there are not a whole lot of drinkers around me that drink San Miguel. That bugger has a loud voice!!
I walk this ladies dog around the same block over and over. There is a Milwakee's best Ice empty under a bush that has been there for over a month now... still nice and shiny looking ; )
One of these times, I will be brave enough to pick it up and put it in the trash. I will have to walk 3 blocks carrying it.
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.
Tasha...I get the picture and part of me is laughing at it...the other part gets serious. If it's been there for that long maybe it's waiting for someone else and just likes looking at you and the dog go bye. It could happen...(((hugs)))
Yeah, that whole first year was pretty tough for me ... I agree with Bryan ... I could hardly watch a beer commercial ...
Now-a-days, all the neighbors know the real me ... so when they see I've speared a beer can on my walking/trash stick, they think nothing of it ... OR if I'm carrying an empty beer bottle to the trash ... Rose, my little doggie, and I walk several times a week and we pick up debris on the road side ... too often it's beer and liquor bottles/cans/12 pack cardboard ...
1st time my little woman saw that stuff in the garage trash can she gave me this horribly disgusting look ... LOL ... then she realized it wasn't my trash ... Ha!
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'Those who leave everything in God's hand will eventually see God's hand in everything.'
It's only one? Yeah, that's what they all say. Until, your alone, destitute and fighting for your very survival, once again. These vivid reminders of days long gone help keep me sober, if only for today. So thank you.
