If It’s Not One Thing It’s Another

How is it possible to scroll through all of the offerings on Amazon Prime and not be able to find anything to watch?????  I mean, I add stuff to my watchlist, but can’t settle on anything right now.. I’m working. And it’s an eternity till I’m done. Got here at 2-a bit early so I could watch the Copa de Rey on my IPad and then I wasn’t able to stream it.  So that sucked. I’m not supposed to get off til 1. 1A.M.!!! I will say in being a kind of bystander I am so glad that I am no longer catering.  So this is an event for 300 guests-they have enough booze for about 600.  One of the bartenders set up a table-with an assortment of what’s offered, glassware, etc. and it collapsed.  Fortunately at that point I was outside trying to explain to someone why they can’t park in a tow zone.  I mean this building offers free parking to guests-it is however in a garage.  An it’s a 2 block walk! Wow! These people could use a 2 block walk-and that’s me being nice.  The DJ showed up about 15 minutes before the guests and was still setting up-in their shit clothes for at least 45 minutes after the guests arrived.  So no music.  And the family member that’s “helping” is what in Mexico they would call “especial”. Which is not a compliment!

So I’m here trying not to obsess about my new addiction.  Which is a game called Home Design. Ever played it? You pick a room to design-with whatever pieces of furniture they tell you to.  You receive $2500.00 for every daily game played as well as diamonds.  Of course you can buy diamonds but there is absolutely no way I’m going to do that.  After you design your room-or patio- or whatever you submit it.  The designs are voted on by fellow players. If you score a 4 or above you receive a piece of furniture to add to your inventory. If you get a 5 you  get extra diamonds.  Anyway, I love interior design.  But what I’m realizing-is that this “game” is ticking all of my addiction boxes.   I actually find myself obsessing about it in the middle of the night!  Thinking how I could have done something differently.  I’m okay getting 4’s.  I have received a few 5s. But if I get under a 4!! Not good- I mean I even ask my SO his opinion about one rug or another! He picks, but he’s made it clear that it’s really not his thing.  Then, when I happen to go into a store that has furniture or chatzkes I’ll see something that’s been in the game.  Sheesh! It’s crept into my daily life…

And so, the personality trait- or addictive personality if that’s what you insist on calling it-never ends.  Just manifests in another way..I mean I just got off the 3-okay up to 4-chocolate covered caramels I was finishing my lunch off with every day.  That was kinda hard.  Well, until a few clothing items felt a little snug.. Funny how when you pretty much spend your day in either workout or yard work clothes you don’t really realize that kind of thing. Hmmmm.

Well, I’m not drinking.  And that’s a good thing!!

With love…



Just Being

Well! My SO and I drove to meet”the brothers” for lunch last week.

I can say it was interesting-in many, many ways. There were two of them.  And with one of them, I felt some kind of energetic connection from the get go.  The other one, not so much.  As soon as we sat down, the waitress came to take our drink order and to my surprise my SO ordered some beer that they were advertising on the table.  One of the brothers almost immediately said the neither one of them drank any more.  That they’d both been heavy drinkers from a young age.  Hmmm! Whaddaya know!  I didn’t respond to that. Anyway, we were there for like 3 1/2 hours!  They had put together a thumb drive with a jillion pictures on it-explaining who everyone was-with lots of my birth mother. There was no discomfort on my part or theirs for that matter.They were definitely more interested in filling me in about my “history” than hearing about my upbringing. I suppose that’s to be expected.  Actually, I don’t really know what is to be expected in this kind of situation.

As I think I may have said in my last post, I really wasn’t looking for a family thing.  And to be honest, it really found me. I tell you what!  If I hadn’t been given up for adoption, I would have been raised almost the polar opposite of how I was.

So, what did I take away? Of course, I talked about it the whole 2 hour drive back to Austin.  And I have to say my SO was very patient and open about that.  Anyway, I think one of the biggest things was my lack of feeling or connection while looking at ALL those photos. Even at the ones where I resembled someone.  I realized, that for me, memories are so important!  Before we went, I pulled out a box of old family photos mainly of me- my brother has his-throughout my life .  And just the memories that came up-the settings, the people.  All of that.  So looking at all of those “family” photos of my birth family without any memories to go with them, well, they didn’t really mean much.  There were lots of Christmas pictures-lots of lake pictures, lots of pictures taken in the country-one of a family reunion with a Confederate flag flying high in the background. Of course, if you’ve read any of my blog you know that I was raised in a Jewish family.  We didn’t hunt squirrel-certainly didn’t celebrate Christmas-none of that.  I don’t mean to diminish them-I think they have good memories of growing up.  It’s just stuff that I have never, ever resonated with.  Even while experiencing some of these things with friends growing up.  One of the brothers made, while maybe not an anti-Semitic remark-something that just didn’t sit right with me.  We were talking about prejudice and I was recounting how in the 8th grade the class bully came up to me and pretty much yelled out that I had killed Jesus.  Shit! I didn’t have a clue as to what the hell he was talking about! Anyway, the brother remarked that I didn’t have to worry about it because I wasn’t Jewish.  Was that anti-Semitic?  I’m not exactly sure, but it somehow felt like he meant it’s okay for people to bully others.  I can’t put it into words, but it’s really bothered me.  Like, it’s okay to put children in cages because they’re not mine and I’m not Latin American.  Anyway, I let it pass and didn’t react.  Even though I had told them that while I didn’t practice Judaism, culturally that’s what I identify with.  That’s in me and it’s not going away-nor would I want it to.

Another thing that became apparent while looking through the pictures is that everyone smoked and drank-a lot.  Supposedly the stepfather drank a lot.  My birth mother smoked  til she was 76.  Jeez!  It made me wonder if I’d even still be alive if I’d grown up in that environment.  I mean, I drank and drugged like a maniac living in a family where no one drank.  I mean when my parents had company, they put out a pitcher of tomato juice for God sake!

I don’t know.  I want to be clear here.  These people couldn’t have been more welcoming. I am in no way trying to diminish or demean them.  But at the same time, my feelings that I was raised with the people and the way I was supposed to be raised just got reinforced a hundred fold.  Ok, and now I’ll get a little metaphysical here.  Here goes.  I think that my parents were with an adoption agency.  They probably had ties all over the country.  They specified that they wanted a girl.  So, when I was born, they were contacted.  I have the original papers releasing me to my parents dated 2 days after my birth.  So, it was a last minute thing.. And because of that, my father couldn’t get off work.  So my mother-who had never been on an airplane before flew into Texas from Nebraska and got me.  She came alone.  And-here’s the vision part-as I was thinking on this the other day, I just got this intense vision of this almost visible bond of love that came from her and just surrounded me the first time she held me.  I’m sure that I was pretty fussy the first few weeks- of course I was! I’d been separated from my birth mother. But my mother-the woman who wanted a daughter so much that she would overcome her fears to get me, just enveloped me in a love that never knew any bounds. When I saw this, I just felt so very blessed.  And so extremely thankful that I have experienced the life I have.

I also touched on something in my last post that I would like to raise again.  I was wondering if all of this would have happened if I’d still been drinking.  Of course I’ll never know that-although I can certainly picture how I would have handled it if I was still knocking back the vino.  But I had said something about it maybe taking this long in my sobriety-almost 3 1/2years for some kind of energy to flow.  For some channels to open.  Yes, in these 3 1/2 years, things have been so much better.  Just not having hangovers or the mental anguish-all of that.  But while that was happening, I think some kind of clearing was going on.  Something that had been shut a very long time ago opened.  And so for anyone reading this, this is what I have to say to you.  Forget about all of my family stuff.  What I want you to know is that the longer you go without drinking, the more open the channels become-the current becomes stronger.  It goes from being a barely there dim light at the end of a very long tunnel to a strong free flowing energetic current that is YOU! The other day, a friend of mine wanted to know what I was doing.  She said I just seemed so powerful and so grounded.

“Just Being”, I said.

With Love