… that is, if you count the weekend as only Friday and Saturday nights. I was SUPER proud of us on Saturday night. It was all the conditions we’d normally drink – no kids, feeling bored and blah, bummed we can’t go out because we don’t want to catch fucking Omicron before x-mas. We’re not even on any kind of PLAN right now, but neither of us brought up drinking. I even had an open bottle of bourbon in the house which is usually too much of a temptation for me!
But, even though I feel happy about this progress, I’m nowhere near being able to refuse a drink when it’s handed to me in a tragic situation.
Sunday I dropped my son off at a birthday party and planned to return for the dinner portion that parents were invited to. The mom is a new friend of mine and I was looking forward to meeting some other parents. The mom seemed fine when I got there, took me down to show me their remodeled basement, then a few minutes later suddenly said she just found out her dad unexpectedly died. As in, her mom found him dead at home and called her 10 minutes before the party was about to begin.
I felt so awful for her. I know what it is like to get that phone call and even though it’s been almost a decade since it happened to me, it’s crystal clear in my memory.
So even though it solves nothing, (except numbing my brain and heart from the constant refrain of “dead dad dead dad dead dad”) I drank, and got right into that bourbon once I got home. (But won’t be buying any more!!!!)
On a (much!) lighter note, what do you think of these boots? (they just happened to be the last pic on my camera as I try to stay anonymous). I’m usually a one pair of shoes per season gal, I don’t like to make fashion decisions and stick with what works. Except occasionally I am drawn to the loud and ridiculous. But these are also practical – they are Sorels with good tread! Would YOU trust a realtor wearing these things?!