Summertime

[caressa]

Summer time makes it difficult. When it is hot, the thought is always there, "Would a cold one ever go down good now."

I can often hear the tinkle of ice, although I seldom bothered with it. Who waited for it to melt?

My son phoned me the other day and I suggested that he find something to replace the beer. He said, "I haven't found anything yet." It isn't always a physical replacement but a mental one.

It is about carrying the throught through to the end and remember where that FIRST drink took you. One is too many, a thousand isn't enough. Our thirst is never quenched.

I personally don't want to go through the detoxing again and I don't want to go back to the hell I came from prior to recovery.

[desertstar]

All I have to do is remember the days I hit bottom. August 16-17, 1994. black coffee, marajuana tea, spiced vodka. Too hung over to make the two hour drive home. But my in laws couldn't drive me, neither of them could drive a stick shift. So one of them rode with me, the other followed behind in their car. Trying to keep it together for the homeowners association meeting.

I do don't want to go back there. One day at a time.

[caressa]

Thank you for sharing, quite the interesting thingytail you were drinking.

Today is hot, hot, hot and very humid. I managed to dodge the drops and not get wet but more storms are on the way. The rain did not wash away any of the humidity.

I broke down and had a diet Pop. Too many chemicals but just wanted something other than water.

My doctor once told me, I healthy mind makes for a healthy body. My mind hasn't been to healthy lately, so my body is protesting because enough is enough with the heat! I came out of the door from the air-conditioned mall and I think I would have fallen over if I hadn't had my walker. It was like walking into a wall. It is always good when the sun appears, for a short time it disappeared.