We have to soak the dog’s glucosamine and dissolve it because if she senses any kind of chunk, she spits it out. Someone fished the pill out of the water. I’m pretty sure it was one specific cat. I’m worried now that this cat is ill. She is the best cat I’ve ever had. She’s six years old, so hopefully if she is ill it’s easily taken care of. I’m writing on Sunday, and on Wednesday both my work partner and my home partner will leave on trips far far away. I’ll have the work place and the home place on my own, and that always causes me some anxiety. A sick cat would just not be good.
I was protesting yesterday and I was protesting last week. I’ve protested five times, I think, since that first one in DC in January.
Carole marked 21 years sober the other day. Yesterday at our meeting I told a bit of a story I’ll tell here. My daughter sometimes goes for work to the place where I grew up, drank and got sober. The other days she passed by my university and sent me a picture from traffic of a main walkway of the place. A walkway I used many, many times. It made me think that the worst years of my life were spent there. The years I was most drunk and that I’m only lucky I survived. If you had told me then that …..34? 35? years later my scientist daughter would pass by for work, that she’s care enough about me to take a picture and send it, that she’d by OK and I’d be OK and I’d be approaching 33 years sober…… Beyond my wildest dreams, for absolutely sure.
My co-worker’s step son died from and overdose the other night. My next door neighbor died from one two weeks ago. Two young people in their 20s.
All really is well with me right now. I’m still trying to adjust to the political “new normal,” the one where I’m engaged no matter what the outside conditions. I’m heartened by all the people who think like I do and who join me in these endeavors. I’m saddened by what I perceive I lost, knowing that it remains perfect in my imagination because it didn’t happen. I’m taking a moment to consider what the very old lady I might (probably not, but maybe) turn out to be 30-some years from now might be like. One thing for sure, if I don’t drink I should be a bit of an AA record holder by then.