The other day I saw a book on how to drink less or quit drinking alcohol altogether. If you can't just do that on your own without a book to guide you, you already have a problem and perhaps you should get in touch with AA. I quit drinking like 6 years ago. My drinking had already dwindled to like once in a blue moon and then I just never made myself another drink. Don't miss it. In fact, I look back and wonder why I ever drank in the first place. Oh, sometimes I miss the taste of a gin and tonic (yeah, I know, it's an acquired taste but the good stuff doesn't taste like paint thinner) or a nice Riesling, but I don't want the alcohol anymore. Now, if someone made non-alcoholic mixed drinks, I'd probably drink those. I've had NA beer here and there, if I can find it locally - which ain't easy these days - but I don't need it. It's more for nostalgia.
I pay all my bills on the 20th of the month. It's a habit and it usually serves me well. Since our local trash service got bought out by Republic, their bills arrive around the 25th. And so, I forget to pay them until it's almost too late. Usually in a panic. Stupid Republic. Silly habits. Ugh.
Around here it seems like every other dog is a Heeler mix. Now, I did extensive reading about dog breeds when I was a teen and never ran across that breed. Then again, they've added a bunch of breeds in the past 30 years, so what do I know? The other day I googled it. Derp. Heelers are Australian Cattle Dogs. Why they can't just call them that, I don't know. Blerg.
I got an expected package from Mom. Well, actually, it shouldn't have been totally unexpected. She told me about it early last month. It was a flannel lap blanket I'd given my dad for Christmas one year. She's paring down things she doesn't need and she thought I might like to have it. I opened the box and tada. Got a little sniffley over it - partly because it was Dad's (he's been gone since '02) and partly because it smells like Mom. Even though I talk to Mom almost every day, I haven't seen her in almost 5 years. I hugged the blanket.
I have a photo of Mom and Dad at their 40th anniversary party. It's sitting on my desk, so I can be close to them. They had a 40th party because Dad didn't think he'd make it to 50. He was right. He didn't make it to 45 either.
Gah, not sure why I got so trapped in sad memories right there. Might be because tomorrow is my 25th anniversary of 'almost but not quite getting dead'. That there's a reason for reflection, if ever there was one. If it was a wedding anniversary, I'd be getting silver stuff.
:shakes self like a wet dog"
Anyway, let's not dwell on that for too damn long, eh? Like I said before, wake up every morning and go "YAY! I'm alive!"
Got any this and that going on today? What's the skinny?