Well, so. It’s four days to Christmas in Cowlumbus, and things are not turning out the way I expected. My journey to understand this newfangled technology some strange set of people hath created is leading me down a twisted road and I’m thinking I need Lewis Carroll. It may be getting close to the time where I return to a beloved old pastime of prowling antique malls and thrift stores for books—but I think this time I will be choosy in what I select. So in addition to my search for scrap industrial/residential building materials, I’ll be looking for discarded literary treasures available in my proximity. I may have to hold off until we get our annual gift from my mother-in-law Carol, but that should come in early January (just in the Nick of Time).
I attempted to drive the highway yesterday and found it extremely difficult. I learned pretty quickly that I now have an extremely challenging time navigating a situation with speeding cars, trucks and semis weaving all around me, and let me tell you emphatically that this was really not such a big problem before I got sick this last time and had to go to the hospital. So I’m upset about having this new disability, and really, really tempted to try and investigate why I got sick, who’s responsible, who owes me restitution, etc. Dad always said, “Tells don’t sue” but to be dealing with bipolar and now not to be able to drive the highways anymore? No more driving the beautiful interstates across this great country of ours? I’m furious! Sitting here four days before Christmas boiling like tea pot? No, this is not what I expected.
I am going to have a zoom with my AA sponsor Shawn at 2:30 today to talk about anger and turning things over…maybe talk about Step 2 (Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity). Michael is out doing last-minute Christmas shopping, and I’ll have a tasty dinner for us tonight. Might wrap some presents. One Day At A Time.
Love,
The Grinch
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