Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Dry Date / Snow Day


February 1 is my dry date. It is the day I admitted that I was powerless over alcohol and over the counter/prescription drugs and decided to do something about it besides be aware and pissed off.
No regrets at all. 25 years later, I am clean and sober and I know what that means.
So, since it is now after midnight, and officially February 3, that was slightly more than yesterday. My Dry Date, I mean. Nice day, slept in, did laundry, called family, had coffee with a good friend, watched the Superbowl with a great partner...... the storm began in the evening and dropped about 40 centimeters on us over night and into today. (That's about 20 odd inches, give or take.)
Wind gusts and lake effect. Lovely. But.... it was a snow day!!
Yes, today, February 2, was a Snow day. I have not had one of those in years. I liked it. I shoveled for about 7 hours all told, with some breaks for warming up and resting. Blew my nose about 500 times. Worked all day in a pair of shapeless sweat pants so baggy it looks like I am wearing a diaper and a sweatshirt that did not match the pants. Part way through, neighbour (subject of an earlier post on the Canadian flag.... yeah, that one!!) offers to break out the snow blower from his garage that has not been used to blow anything for two years.... and I forget all about the flag and the insults and the bullshit and say, yes, indeed. Much appreciated. He and his female partner, (also mentioned in that earlier post on the Canadian flag.... yeah, HER!!!) are chatty, friendly, happy to help. Freaking amazing. February snow, I guess. They even took the flag down .... it was ice crunchy and at risk anyway, and why desecrate a flag that way.... but, wow.
The driveways and road way are clear. It looks clean and white and organized. Quiet. My shovels lean against my front porch. I bought totally unhealthy chicken fingers and potato wedges for supper and ate them with partner. Sent a birthday present to my mom. Finished up a thankless task this evening. And mostly felt some pride in the completion. My hands and forearms and shoulders and legs are sore. Time to stop using them.
Snow day. Yay. This has been a damn fine 24 hours.
So grateful I am in a frame of mind to appreciate it.





8 comments:

  1. Congratulations on your sobriety, no doubt hard-won. My father tried but was not successful, so I know, from watching him try, the difficulties one faces.

    And hurray for the turn of events with the neighbors! Wow! indeed.

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  2. A belated happy (re)birthday -- you deserved those chicken fingers, by golly!

    Which, apropos of nothing, reminds me that I saw chicken feet in our local grocery store, labelled "Chicken Paws." Somehow that just made it more macabre.

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  3. Crow--thanks for the visit and the comment. Who knew about the neighbours!?
    Intelliwench-- chicken paws... the only word to use is, well, macabre. I try not to think about the chicken finger designation when I eat them, but as soon as my discourse fascinated mind clicks back in, I , too am doomed.
    thanks for the visit!!
    :)

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  4. aha! I can now comment again!
    don't ask me where the year's gone already
    happy snowtime

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    1. Garth
      yippee!! so glad you can comment again.
      I have been under water doing the teacher thing.... buried. Mixed metaphors all over the place. Surfacing now... finally. Whew.
      thanks for the visit.

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