Getting through the worst heat of the summer has been difficult. The humidity is stifling. I have been going to the barn to ride in the evening when the sea breeze comes up and no one else is around. I prefer the quiet times there and going to the ring or to the fields when the sun is setting.
The garden is in the waning phase so I'm getting ready to plant some fall crops. It produced well, but the heat eventually beats down everything, except for egg plant and okra. We put up over 75 quarts of tomato sauce for winter. It was a two day long ordeal but we managed to get through it, although both of us did not want to see another tomato.
Sailing is still the most fantastic getaway for me. I go out for several days a month, dropping the anchor and staying overnight. It is relaxing in a way that's hard to describe. I sleep better on the boat with the gentle rocking. Even though it's hot on land, the island near the ocean where I anchor has a great breeze. I sleep comfortably with the ports and hatches open.
I celebrated ten years in Al-Anon on August 13. It is hard for me to remember all the turmoil of the years before I went and the moments that propelled me to attend my first meeting. I don't dwell on that time much. I have a core group of two meetings I attend each week and have been adding a third on as often as I can. We all remain imperfect, struggling to get along with others and especially with the alcoholic.
One of the greatest things that I have learned is to have compassion and empathy for all who are struggling with the disease of alcoholism, whether it is the alcoholic or the person affected by someone else's drinking. And the same for those who are struggling with life and the circumstances of it. I don't judge others for their choices or struggles. And I have learned to not take what others do or say personally. My hurt feelings about something unkind said to me have diminished from days to an hour. I hope to get that to a millisecond, as the feeling flows through me. Resentments are killers of happiness. No need to hold onto someone else's bad feelings.
I don't feel much of an urge to write anymore. But I am going to keep the blog going, perhaps only visiting once in a while. All that I have written about here with such urgency in the past seems much less so now.
C. and I have a remarkable love for each other. She picked up her ten year chip a week before I did. We have grown in peace of mind, love, respect and compassion for each other. And we are growing old together. Every day is one to hold onto.