Why don't you go play in traffic?
An old joke in my family, spoken to annoying children. Not so funny as my 16-yr old prepares to get his license and I prepare to hand him the keys to a 3000 lb. weapon. At 49, I’m old enough to be part of pretty much the last generation of drivers where drinking & driving were viewed as some kind of rite of passage rather than the societal taboo it is today. Sadly, I pushed every...
Inertia (n) “the resistance of any physical object to a change in its state of motion or rest. From the Latin word, iners, meaning idle, or lazy” It’s comforting to know that the illogical waste of so much of my life - awash in booze, shirking my responsibilities to myself and my family - has an explanation firmly grounded in science. Seriously, though, it is amazing how...
My will be done
I’m a year in on my quest to hold myself accountable to living my life without the everyday crutch of alcohol, and to learn to use alcohol responsibly. I’ve accomplished the former and made tremendous strides on the latter. I’ve learned a lot about myself, some things I like and lots I don’t. The most important thing I’ve learned is that I whether I drink to excess or...
"Anyone can be replaced"
This one’s hard to write. My wife included that statement as part of her assessment of how my occasional moments of aggressiveness and intensity in making a point to my teenage boy are progressively alienating me from him and the rest of my family, including her. Her assessment also included her questioning what I thought would be left between us after our kids had left the nest, and noting...
A Gift from You
As my holiday gift to those of you unwise enough to subscribe or unlucky enough to have stumbled across this blog, I shall forgo the usual navel-gazing and whining about everything that’s wrong in my life. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, and dammit, tonight I am quite jolly indeed. Despite the sometimes morose nature of this blog, I’m probably one of the luckiest people I...
Would I have to fight you for the remote or would...
I wouldn’t bother fighting over it —- I might, however, ask you to show me just how badly you want it. Satisfaction guaranteed – Ask me anything
A little prick (no pun intended) of the conscience this morning as I took care of a little online bill paying. Usually just a monthly chore I try to blow through ASAP, it’s easy to overlook the fact that our two main credit cards (Mrs. Sobriety & myself) each routinely run over 4 digits. Sometimes (like today) the monthly damage runs to 5 digits. Since neither of us has a Getty or...
There but for the grace of God…
I feel like I spend a lot of time in this blog whining. Yesterday I was bitching about the effects of old man time on my health and family relationships, as if I were the only person on earth dealing with that shit. Well, today I get a good reality check as I prepare to take my 86yo Aunt on an outing from her assisted living home. The ravages of time have left this poor woman unable to...
When I started my quest to significantly moderate my drinking, I did so largely out of a sense that I was wasting my life by getting shitfaced on a nightly basis, ruining my health and my family life in the process. Underlying that effort, then, was at least a subconscious conviction that using alcohol in moderation would cure all that ails me. No such luck. While my health has definitely...