i'm home from work. it was a good enough day. non-eventful, for the most part. but there's that part that makes the thoughts stick, like an old 78 caught in a scratch on the wax. and i don't dismiss such things. but i'll get to it in a few.
okay, second day, stayed on point. woke good, rested, still having some gout, but didn't take any extra prednisone. got up, said my prayer and got on the floor to stretch and do exercises. read, took meds, had breakfast. dressed, got my shit together and i was gone. first runs, easy enough. one client out today, so five to pick up, one workshop to drop off at, back in good time.
i went to big lots to get some supplies, didn't go crazy in there. got the necessities and some things that will be helpful in this leg of the Journey that i hadn't thought of, but no impulse purchases. time for that later in the weeks to come. then i went to Austintown, visited with Syd and my grandson. they've been working on the apartment, cleaning it, and i'm pretty sure their motivation is for her mother to come to visit her, but there could also be some issues as far as the other tenants in the building. but it was improved, whatever the motivation. then we went to Denny's for brunch. i took them home, went to the work parking lot and took a nap.
the evening runs were cool also, with the exception of how long it took them to bring my wheelchair client out. but i got him on, we got moving and i still got back fairly early, though not as much so as if i had gotten my client in a timely fashion. i have issues with the North Rd workshop. i stopped in on my parents, put the mask together on my mother's c-pap machine, drank some water and came home. i had stopped at the store to get my steak for dinner today. now i'm at the computer, about to work on these vocals and try to get the levels right. hard to do, i need some better speakers to hear what i'm doing more clearly. but, this is amateur work, and it makes the creative process fun.
so, nothing to do with Syd, or Joe, or the grand. nothing with anyone in my regular life. i was sitting in the back room waiting to go on my 2nd runs. i listened to a conversation they were having about someone in one of their families having to deal with someone who OD'd today, and their disdain for giving the Nar-can, or whatever it's called. i listen to a lot of stuff. a lot of it is easy enough to just let go of, because i consider the source and i realize that ignorance is prolific and determined. but when it comes to my actual boss, several co-workers, speaking contemptuously about addicts, it gets under my skin. and, truth is, i don't necessarily disagree with them. but no one ever points out how most of the shit that started the epidemic was prescription drugs. no one looks at how the 12-step process has been completely undermined so that the treatment 'industry' can continue to not only manufacture customers but also to recycle dying people for further profit. never any discussion about that. so, i listened, and then i left. and i had been thinking about my coming anniversary. 30 years...seems like so much less...and so much more at the same time. but i was thinking, a landmark, an actual round number accomplishment, and i'd love to share it with someone. but i am hesitant, which is not what i first typed. i think in terms of giving someone fodder for the cattle, throwing my happiness to pigs, i guess. and spiritually, that makes no sense to me as a course of action. so i'm going to talk to my boss about it, not to cast blame or aspersions, but to let her know how i feel. and i'll leave it alone at that point. it's always a chance to carry a message, if it's done in the right spirit. but that's tomorrow, should it come. storm warnings out tonight. gonna be a messy day tomorrow.
thank you, Father, for a lovely day.
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