well i’ve had some really sweet little adventures, and they were great distractions, but the january blues roll on. i’ve made miniscule little tidbits of progress on bluebird skies, and believe me, forgiving myself for that has been a task of epic proportions. here we are in july, with no end in sight.
i had the house to myself for a couple of months while mom played in central washington with sister diane. i took full advantage and spread my projects out from top to bottom and back to front of my entire house. i worked on quilts, gardening, woodworking, bluebird skies, a family reunion, a baby shower and found a new job. i managed to hit 2 rodeos, a rugby party, 1,000 buddhas and an old-school camping trip with a cutest friend (all with some luxuries). i passed my 1 year mark of practicing sobriety. by practicing, i just mean i’m not perfect. i had a few carefully selected adult beverages on choice occasions and i don’t regret it a bit. it’s part of my plan. 60th birthday parties. bux’s bar. on the east fork and for my dead homies. i found an old friend where I least expected it and i learned some valuable but difficult lessons. it’s been a thoughtful year with some great highs and low lows, but i finally feel like i might be turning a corner. now i just need to figure out what’s lurking around the corner…. i hope it’s wildflowers and not a hornet’s nest.
the truth is, i’m facing some really big, really kick-ass decisions. and i don’t think this is the place or the time for a good old fashioned ass-kicking. so keep me in your thoughts, and i’ll keep you in my good graces, dog willing.
my bluebird skies 