… and I am Somebody male. in my thirties. recovering alcoholic. live in minneapolis. work in progress. gay. serenity please.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

06.02.2004 · Posted in Family

Today started out busy. Busy is good when you don’t want to think, and I didn’t care for thinking today. I spoke with my mom for about 45 minutes. She’s continuing to dramatize. It’s almost like she watched too many episodes of Rescue 911 with William Shatner, where every segment contains a ‘dramatization’ disclaimer, only she chose to ignore that and thought they were filming events in real life. Funny coincidence – she used to work with a guy who was featured on Rescue 911 – he was a cop who, while in pursuit of an assailant, was shot in the family jewels… uh, I mean jewel.

Anyhow, I continued with the ‘uh-huh’s’ and listened. For a short while today I was agonizing over the thought of speaking with her. She’s been very dependant on me lately – much more so than usual, and when I try to end the phone conversations, she suddenly says, “why?” … like I should have hours to spend on the phone all day. Really, I think she’s just paranoid, deluding that I don’t want to talk to her.

But I digress. I was not looking forward talking to her today as I was afraid she would still be losing it. And when she loses it, I tend to lose it. Luckily, she seemed to be somewhat normal (i.e., not crying) so things went okay. I called my sponsor and we went for a walk around Lake Calhoun today. We had about 3 weeks of rain and today was the first sunny day. TONS of eye candy, and I don’t mind candy. The day ended up alright, and I’m still here 🙂

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