White puffy cumulus clouds float against a clear blue sky today. It is more like an early fall day than the middle of July. I welcome the respite.
The breeze is still stiff which has kept the small boat party crowd away for the most part. Right now there is a free concert from a yacht with a good guitar player and vocalist standing on deck. He says his name is Jameson from the Market Street Saloon. He is interrupted by a drunk who won't stay off the loud hailer, creating a lot of feedback. Maybe he has had too much Jameson.
Last night the waves were wild. I rowed to shore, taking the old dog for a walk. She was in her element. As we were coming back, there were a group of fellows standing around a campfire drinking beer. I asked if they were camping. They said "No, just drinking on a day off." I heard them get underway around 1 AM. They were having a big ole time. After they left, only the waves and the rigging made any noise.
Heard from a fellow who I met on my trip South on the boat. He wants to have the peace of Al-Anon without going to meetings or working the steps. He will call when things go to pieces with his girl friend. This is his first relationship with an alcoholic.
She is telling him that she needs space. He pulls her closer. She contacted a couple of old boyfriends at 2:30 AM saying it was to make amends. He wants to believe her but is paralyzed by fear of rejection. I tell him I found it helpful to not project but be guarded. I also had to learn to keep the focus on me and learn to have my own interests and hobbies. He is isolating more and more while his girl friend is skipping meetings. I hope they learn to place priorities on things of maximum usefulness to peace of mind. Sometimes we learn first through the school of hard knocks.
Now, it's time to fix some dinner and enjoy the sunset. Happy Sunday from my sanctuary.