Author: Johnnyboy

Yes, it’s been awhile, and a lot has happened since Thanksgiving, much of it pretty boring, but hey, I’m a boring guy…Actually I don’t think so, so who cares, right?

School is going well…only three more papers to write before Christmas and I’ll be done with the semester. I think my new mentor will be a woman named Pat Haase, who is an associate dean and working on her doctoral thesis in history at SUNY. She is very nice, and, incidentally will be my instructor for an independent study next semester that I dreamed up…20th Century European History with an unofficial emphasis on the Balkan Peninsula…My kind of class. I am also registered next semester for a science class and an American History class, both of which will fulfill still more gen ed requirements. So I’ll continue to be a full time student.

I am getting bored being without a mate…Yes, I crave physical interaction with a comely female of the species. There are many in The Program, and frankly I’m too weirded out by earth women, so I’ll try from the Recovery Pool. The thing is that I never learned how to date in the first place, so I’m hoping they didn’t either. I seem to gravitate towards women who are 10 years younger than me, which could make non-physical connections difficult…maybe I’ll just give up on the whole prospect and remain solo…Yes, I am boring.

Still, it’s great to be sober and available. Mom fell down last week, and, thankfully, didn’t injure herself too much–just a twisted ankle, but the panic bells went off and I turned into Caring Man for the weekend.

I heard a very interesting speaker tonight. She went through almost 35 years before she ever really started drinking. I mean, her life was so incredibly successful and perfect. Then within a few years she played a miserable game of ‘catch-up’ and ended up pretty much as low as anyone else I’ve met. I began to grow tired with her success story, though, eager to hear about the fall and rise at the end. BTW, the woman I’m currently infatuated with was there tonight, and I felt the distinct vibe that I had more feeling for her than vis-a-versa. Yes, she is too young for me, but mighty pretty, single, and smart. I’ll pass on that one, I suppose.

I’m deep in the middle of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’, courtesy of Netflix. I am almost finished with season 4, with only 3 more to go after this. I think I’ll wrap it up by New Years so I can watch season 5 of ’24’, now out on DVD.

I feel like Eeyore…

Johnnyboy

As is my wont, I am now posting after several days of wonderful living, with the good and the bad. It’s all good, though, as the saying goes. Here’s the big revelation…

I do not believe that it is a good thing to tell someone, when their day(s) is/are going well, “don’t worry that will change” or to even say that to oneself. In my humble opinion that is setting up a chain of negative consequences and thought processes. Essentially one is saying, “Get ready, the good life is going to turn to crap”. The definition of “Happy, Joyous, and Free” does not include this kind of nay-saying. ‘Free’ to me, means free of fear, trepidation, worry, or negative projection.

This is not a new concept that I thought up myself. I learned this from my sponsor, Mike.

Thanksgiving was lovely. My sister and my bil drove from Beantown on Tuesday night, and arrived just as I was coming down with a cold. Thankfully I took it easy, with lots of water, juice and Tylenol Cold Nighttime (so I can rest tablets). the pills didn’t really make me drowsy, actually, so I was able to take them during the day. Needless to say I didn’t push the envelope by trying to drive anywhere. The ailment seems to have gone away as of last night, taking with it the stuffy nose and scratchy throat. But, I digress…

We had a wonderful time at T’giving 2006. There were six of us, meaning my mother, sister, bil, myself and two friends of the family, Heather and Eliot. The food turned out great and there was very little stress (at least I thought so) during that 30-minutes-until-dinner-crush. My baked oysters were a big hit and the turkey was juicy and tender. The corn pudding was perfect and my bil’s mashed potatoes were superb. My Brussels sprouts w/chestnuts, gravy, and homemade cranberry sauce topped off the list of super savory dishes. My sister made two pies, one apple and one pumpkin-pecan, that were, and still are, to die for. The stuffing I made wasn’t so hot, but the New York Times doesn’t always come through on the recipes… Still, a splendid time was had by all and tonight we dine on that most traditional of post-Thanksgiving treats…Leftovers!

My sister and bil leave tomorrow, and, although it will be sad to see them go, it will be good to get back to our regular schedules around here. Some of us in this house don’t react as quickly or adapt as readily to changes in routines, so this will be good.

Well, I made it through one holiday in a calm and composed, sober and sane, happy, joyous, and free manner. Here’s hoping you all did as well.

Johnnyboy