Gut Rumbles

December 26, 2005

Should be interesting

On Christmas day, I went to my grandmother's house and had a nice dinner with some of my relatives. My brother and his wife were there, along with two of my uncles and their wives. It was a sumptious feast, and afterward we passed out a few presents for dessert. It was a nice get-together.

I met an aunt's nephew who just returned from a tour in Iraq. He is stationed at Fort Stewart, just about 50 miles south of Savannah, and my aunt and uncle picked him up when he flew into Atlanta on his way home. He was wounded over there. (Not in Atlanta--- in Iraq.)

What happened to him isn't funny, but it reminds me of the punch line from an old joke. He was on patrol when wounded by a roadside bomb. He had been sitting down. He stood up and seconds later the bomb went off, peppering his ass with shrapnel. Yes, his ASS. If the bomb had exploded a few seconds sooner, the shrapnel would have hit him in the head.

Anybody besides me ever heard the joke about the chandelier?

I've been pretty depressed for the past couple of days. I talked to my daughter on the phone, but I still don't know where my son is. He's not home and he hasn't called me. He has a birthday on the 28th and it's starting to look like I won't see him then, either. Whatta bummer.

My grandmother is going blind. She's 94 years old and still sharp upstairs; I think it's a crying shame that macular degeneration is taking her eyesight. She still likes crossword puzzles and scratch-off lottery tickets. She can't see to do either anymore. I don't know how much longer she'll be able to live in her house by herself the way she does now. The lights are still on, but she can't see out of the windows anymore.

If I were God, I'd have built the human body to last longer.

I thought about having myself a good strong drink. I didn't, for two reasons. First, I didn't want to break my string--- I haven't had a drink in 64 days now-- and second, I knew that drinking would make matters worse, because I wouldn't stop with just one. I would get drunk and wallow in self-pity, feeling more miserable than I did sober. Been there, done that, and I don't want to go back.

Instead of getting drunk, I made a date to play golf tomorrow.

That should be really interesting. I haven't touched a golf club since July 3, 2001, a date I remember well because of Elijah Clark State Park, fireworks, lots of liquor and some VERY surly and unpatriotic park rangers in a jeep that had flashing blue lights on it. Those bastards threatened to take me to jail. But that's a long story and I don't feel like telling it tonight.

I once was a pretty good golfer. I want to see how a three-and-a-half-year layoff affects my game. I've got a sneaky feeling that playing golf IS NOT like riding a bicycle and I'm not gonna step up on that first tee and hit the ball the way I once did. But I'm bound to have SOME muscle memory left, so I may not suck too badly. In fact, I'll go out on a limb.

Betcha I break 100 tomorrow.


DAMN, Rob! SIXTY-FOUR!! Man, you are good.

Golf! (That's a directive!) I think you might surprise yourself.

And you know, shit works out. I am not sure how, but it does. Quinton loves you. And that counts for more than today, or tomorrow. Or even another dozen days.

Posted by: kd on December 26, 2005 09:51 PM

I hope you hear from Quinton before his birthday... and I hope you kick some butt at golf tomorrow. Oh and by the way, be sure and tell the full Elijah Clark State Park sometime; I love your stories...

Posted by: Lisa on December 26, 2005 10:39 PM

Rob, good for you for not drinking. Have fun with the golf, and don't forget your phone numbers. And call them!! LOL

Posted by: Maggie45 on December 27, 2005 12:43 AM

A-Man 64 days alright!!!! But, can we talk? GOLF, fer chrisakes, Golf? What's a matter with bowling? Golf? Shit, your thinking of going to law school are'nt ya!? GOLF!!! Arggghhhhhh!!!!

Posted by: Rumbear on December 27, 2005 01:22 AM

Congratulations on resisting the temptation for "just ONE". Wish I had the same will power regarding cigarettes.

I haven't played golf since my bypass three years ago, and ya know, you got me thinking it might just be time to hit the links again.

Too bad that up here, most of the courses are closed for the winter...yet ANOTHER reason seriously consider relocating...

Posted by: delftsman3 on December 27, 2005 02:24 AM

Congratulations on 64 days. May that be your golf score as well!

Posted by: Florida Bill on December 27, 2005 08:12 AM

Good job Rob. And if you don't have a good golf game so what? You spend a few hours outside and I'm betting you hit enough good shots to bring you back. It's that kind of game.

Posted by: Dishonorable Schoolboy on December 27, 2005 10:48 AM

and you might break a 100 on the back nine too

Posted by: GUYK on December 27, 2005 11:06 AM

Good on ya for doing what you need to with regard to the drink and all. I've been reading you for a while and am glad to know you're fighting for your health.

But I also know, from reading you, how agonizing it has been to try to be a good father to Quinton despite the actions of BC. And you say that right now you don't even know where he is.

You spoke of your grandmother. Could you possibly, with her informed agreement of course, get her to help with the task of finding the boy? Couldn't she ask -- with perfect justification and without mentioning you -- that she would dearly love to have her great-grandson come to her and visit before her eyesight completely fails? So that she could see him one last time? That would be a hard request to deny. And if you happened to be there during the visit, who could protest?

Well, SHE could of course. But she couldn't stop it if she didn't know until the meeting occurred. And at that meeting, you would be able to talk to Quinton with a very wise and respected matriarch overseeing the discussion.

This is just a speculation, as I don't really know your or your family. But is it worth a try?

Posted by: Steve Teeter on December 28, 2005 01:17 AM
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