December 13, 2005
Busy, busy, busy
I watched the Atlanta Falcons lay a good, old-fashioned ass-whuppin' on the New Orleans Saints last night. I just hope Michael Vick isn't seriously injured. The Birds need to run the table with the rest of their schedule to make the playoffs.
After the game, I went to bed. I couldn't sleep, so I got up after 30 minutes of trying. I washed two loads of laundry and put fresh sheets on the bed. Nope. Clean sheets weren't the answer.
I went for a walk at 3:30 AM. The stars were beautiful, very bright in the winter sky. The Christmas lights on the houses were pretty, too. Christmas always was a big deal in my family, with everybody getting together at Daddy and Mama's house, where Santa always came, even after I was grown with children of my own. It was our Big Holiday.
Hell--- I don't bother to put up a tree anymore.
Where I live, a lot of dogs stay outside. They don't like it when someone comes walking down the street at 3:30 AM. I think I was threatened and cussed-out by at least 20 different dogs last night, but none of them tried to bite a chunk out of my ass and nobody turned on a porch light and opened the front door to brandish a shotgun at me. I had a pleasant walk.
When I got back home, I vacuumed my carpet and cleaned the grime off all the inside doors. The giant beer mug I use as a spare change collector was almost full, so I rolled up most of the coins and put them in the grocery bag that I keep meaning to take to the bank some day. I now have $143.50 worth of change in there.
I finally slept from around 6:00 until 7:30. I got up (again), washed myself and load of dirty dishes, then checked a few of my favorite blogs. I still didn't feel like writing, so I ate a lumberjack breakfast, filled up a bucket with bleach-water, armed myself with a long-handled brush and started scrubbing all the mold and mildew off the outside of the Crackerbox.
Man. That's going to be more than a one-day job. Besides, it's almost time to drive to Statesboro (again) for another Stay Sober meeting. I should get back home about 8:30 tonight. I wonder if I can trim hedges by the glow of my porch light?
Oh, well. Idle hands are the Devil's playthings.
keep busy..... your my hero ^^
.. once you get everything cleaned up down there, I have some lawn chores you can help with...
Yeah get that place clean so I don't have to spend an entire doing it when I get down there! I'm allergic to mold. Careful with that bleach tho, it will burn your lungs.
All I want to say is that I think you are doing GREAT. All the very bestest wishes from Cullybackey, Northern Ireland.
Have you tried duct-taping flashlights to your lawn mower?
Proud of you, keep up the great work. It will get easier.
If you run out of stuff to do, I've got about ten days worth of raking and burning that needs to be done. I'm even willing to pay cash money for it. ;-}
I have plenty of stuff that could be done around here. And, I have a kid who needs guitar lessons from someone who's patient. The video's okay, but not great. He wants to learn real songs from a real person.
Michael Vick? I thought his name was Ron Mexico? LOL
my mother use to use that saying:::
(Idle hands are the Devil's playthings).
there is another part to that saying.....
An idle Mind is The Devils Playground....
you need a hobby !!!! hun,,,,,do something to keep your hands and mind buzy !!!! .....hate to see a nice looken,smart,man go to waste..
Just think how clean everything will be around the house when you are done! And if you still feel the need...I have plenty of things around here that I would be more then happy to let you keep yourself buys doing! LOL!
Keep up the good/hard work Rob!
Love ya dad!!
You have so much support and it makes me happy to hear your voice on the phone. You sound so good!
Rob, it takes quite a little while to learn to sleep sober. Don't worry about it, sleep will come.
Find you an old fart at the meetings, just to explain all the things that nobody much talks about. It will be very useful. Not sleepig is normal, there are a whole lot of other things, too.
All that hustle 'n' bustle, if you was a woman, you'd be just about ready to drop a rugrat right about now.
Idle hands are indeed the Devil's playthings. But don't forget:
Idle minds are the Devil's playground.
Idle machinery is the Devil's golf course.
Idle talk is the Devil's hot tub.
Idle farm workers are the Devil's sports car.
Robbo, yer at war. It don't get easier, it just gets more familiar. Try music at night, too. I hear it soothes the savage breast. A comfy chair...a lounger, a favorite blankie, and a neck pillow are nice, too. Try to not sleep in rooms you used to be drunk in. Might even want to go rent a place for a bit. Don't breathe in when you fill your gas tank, cuz a lot of that shit has methanol in it. Drives you nuts, and you don't know it. And those night-walks are good. Nice to feel the world at peace, and the dogs'll get used to you. Tossem treats, maybe. Sleep is overrated. You'll get plenty when yer dead.
Bless you, I have mold all over the side of my house too, to high for me to reach at the attic top. Never have ambition to tackle it, or anything else. I have a drinking problem, I have enjoyed your writings for along time. You are winning the war, I am routing for you, you deserve all the happiness you want.
The History Channel. Works for me. I agree with Bane. When your body needs sleep, you'll sleep. Generally I find sleeping to be a huge waste of time.
Ah, taking the exercise advice, I see. You have alot of self-rebuilding to do. You will get there. :)
The biggest adjustment I had to make was finding out just how much world I had never noticed after I spent twenty years staggering through it.
That feeling of being a part of, and not a spectator to , a larger world began almost exactly twenty four hours after my last two empties hit the recycling bin. Jarring, yes, but as real as a kick in the nuts. Air sweeter, dawn more pure, sunset more beautiful... all from that first day.
Coolest thing is that every day I do the same thing, the feeling remains. That's just me, of course. I'm still a self centered bastard at the core - but hey!, maybe you can relate. Maybe...
But you make me proud, and hopeful. For both you and me and anyone else trying to walk this particular road.
It's cool to live in the picture - not just look at it from behind the rope. And it takes a little getting used to, at first, but it sounds like you are working that out.
I must say you are one hell of a guy! Going form a kitchen so bad you couldn't hire someone to come in and clean it to now working and cleaning yourself if quite a change for the positive. I admire you for that. And when you get all your chores done and would like to experience a 'white Christmas' come on up to Ohio, I have plenty of chores and plenty of snow to play in!! *L*
If you really wanna sleep, you might ask ya doc about melatonin pills -- could be that illness causes a reduction in your brain's natural production of it. Sure does work for me.
if you were walkin' around my house at 3:30 AM my dogs would have totally chewed you a new one.
j/k...they're year round outdoor dogs in a kennel behind the house....but they would have let me know that something was amiss at 3:30AM...and that's why I continue to feed/water'/walk and clean after them. Theys good watch dogs.
Welcome back A-Man...I knew you would do it.
I'm so proud of you. *grin*
"Oh, well. Idle hands are the Devil's playthings."
Everytime I heard that, I think "...so putting them to the Lord's service keeps them safe"...
Works for me, at least :)
I'm so glad to hear it. I've been a poor blogger lately, but I've been popping in as I can.
And for months, I've remained hopeful that you would regain your strength. I knew that if you put your mind to it, it would happen.
You're just that strong-willed and stubborn. ; )