I am not alone. I've survived many Christmas's sober. Will probably make it through this one, too. In between, I forget how these moods can hit unexpectedly. Saw what may be my most favorite meme ever: If you can't be kind, Be quiet.
I have to do major moving stuff around so I can access a working sewing machine. I have fantasies of throwing everything away. Then I remember a friend in AA who told me that in one of her drunken "cleanings" she threw away a Huichul yarn painting. I remind myself I never sank that low. The yard paining I have was clawed by a long-gone cat and needs repair but is in no danger of being tossed out.
I have made some progress on the mounds of "stuff" that have accumulated in my years on this earth and four days before Christmas is NOT the time to try for major improvement.
The work Tony did has improved my TV - the little red light is off but still no picture. I'll play with it more later and we can call my TV guy tomorrow and probably get it working. Just a little bad timing as I depend on it to distract me.
I look forward to reading this one day when I'm doing much better
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