The Down


When the claws of depression

Sink in and

Grab hold

The last thing one wants hear

Is everything will be

Alright

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The Never Empty


Once upon a time there lived a couple named the good2begone’s. They were a happy couple who together raised 2 children.

Those 2 children got into relationships and had children of their own.

A total of 5 children….all under 5 (age and height)

And they all moved out over time, and started lives of their own and began to live out their dreams as independent young adults! Leaving the happy couple, know as their parents, to live out their dream of having an empty nest.

THE END…..

Until a month and a half later

When the end wasn’t the end after all…..

Well it was the end….

Of our empty nest dream.

Through the course of 3 days, our home went from 2 adults 2 dogs

To

4 adults and 1 infant

And

5 dogs…..

All under the age of 5 (age and height)

So for all you empty nesters out there….enjoy it while it lasts….

They may leave….but they multiply….and come back…

I do get to see this face every day, though

Happily ever after is still in progress

The Hands On


We got to unexpectedly spend time with the grandkids today.

It was so unexpected that we had nothing planned to do.

So what did we do when we had nothing to do?

We found something to do.

That’s what grandparents do.

I found a discarded table by the dumpster this morning. I figured I could make something out of it. A little beat up but whatever.

The boys wanted to paint.

So….

We decided to allow them to paint the table.

However they wanted with any and all colors that we had available.

We stripped them down to underwear….

Because…

Paint…DUH

And went to work-

They are 4 and 2 and not surprising like to get into paint.

Of course I got involved. I couldn’t let them have all the fun.

After we finished with the fifty eleven different colors that went on and all mixed together, we let it dry.

I then put some leg braces about a foot down from the top and painted those.

Then brought out the black to personalize our creation with our handprints.

The hands of the boys and Nona And Papi

Three some polyurethane to protect our artwork and brought it in to display in our main room.

Total cost….nothing

But priceless memories and something we can talk about for years to come.

Being a grandparent sure is…..

Grand.

The Ducknot




Things are looking up in the land of good2begone!

Yesterday at work, I was walking with my head down watching my feet so I wouldn’t fall on the rocky landscape…

And walked full force into a horizontal metal pole.

Almost fell unconscious.

Thought I broke my nose.

I didnt.

Just broke my stride….

While a few choice adult words that rhyme with…

Duck and hit

Fell from my mouth.

Basically I jarred my neck so good that it hurts to look down.

So I have to look up.

Note to self-

Let the feet do the walking
The eyes do the watching

Duck when necessary

Not me…but a fair representation of the event

The Canvas


All great changes are preceded by chaos-Deepak Chopra

The chaos that preceded the change has nothing on the chaos since the change-Good2begone

My wife is still drinking. She doesnt get drunk every time she drinks but it’s up to every day.

I make sure she gets up for work… her 19 preset alarms…..don’t.

She tells me as long as I have alcohol and weed everything will be fine.

………….
………….

Yeah….its not fine.

But I’m in this for the long haul.

I’m doing my best.

I just hope that enough.
                 

The Show Me State


The road of good intentions is riddled with alleys and byways that lead to distractions.

I’m a show me dont tell me kind of person.

I’m also a pessimist.

My wife told me last friday she was going to start drinking alcohol again.

She showed me.

For the last week she has drank progressively more each day and started earlier each day.

Last night as I was 3/4 asleep she told me-

“I’m going to finish this bottle of wine and then I’m done drinking”

Show me….dont tell me.

Why the sudden change?

Not sure.

Could be the aid of friends talking with her about it…

Could be she probably wont have a job after today…

Could be the fact that I got angry with her.

Why did I get angry?

Thursdays we have the opportunity to spend a few hours with our grandkids.

My son drives into town, picks them up and brings them over.

When I got home from work, I asked if they were coming over.

She said slurringly that they were on the way.

She was drunk.

I told her to go to the bedroom and lock the door. I didnt want the grandkids to see her like that.

I then called my son. He declined to bring them to the house.

I’m proud of him.

My wife said she didn’t plan on getting drunk…..

She showed me that 2 1/2 bottles of wine between 1 and 5 will in fact ensure that she was drunk.

She also showed me that getting drunk was more important than spending time with her son and grandkids.

Show me dont tell me that I’m 2rong in my assessment.

We will see what happens.

The Hate To Go Back


My life’s ever changing.

With that occurring I am having to change along with it.

My wife has starting drinking again.

I have not.

I am not used to being around alcohol anymore. I am having to get used to it.

To prevent myself from the possibility of ditching sobriety I have made a decision to go back to recovery meetings.

I dont want to go back.

But…

I need to.

I hate to go back for all the reasons I left years ago….

The main one being it’s a God based program.

I’m not a believer in gods.

But….

I need to.

I know the program works.

I need to remain sober.

My needs outweigh my wants.

Like I always tell myself-

“Either roll with the changes in life….or get rolled over by them.”

Cant post a picture…shhhhh they’re anonymous

The Phenomenon


On a positive yet strange note….

It appears that here in my little corner of central Texas, that a strange phenomenon is occuring.

What seems to be particles of H2O are falling from the sky at an exponential rate.

Not sure what to make of it.

Conspiracy theorist in our area are saying it will probably be happening all day quite possibly into tomorrow.

Also strange noises that resemble a bowling being throw down an alley and flashes of light from the sky as well.

Strange days, indeed.

The Brewing


After 18 years of continuous sobriety my wife started drinking again.

Not being able to adopt the baby was the final straw in a haystack built over a lifetime of trauma that sealed the deal.

18 years.

We have been married for over 13.

Simple math.

I had never seen her drink alcohol.

Now I have.

To say that there will be a rough road ahead is an understatement.

But, I said “I do” to ALL of the cliche vows that go with being married and I’m sticking to them.

We met in sobriety. I didn’t marry her because of it.

I love her and will do whatever it takes to help her.

Except, drink with her.

The storm is brewing, another change on the horizon.

Damn, this life.