Halloween came and went with little interest in the Furtheron household, my daughter and boyfriend spent an evening carving pumpkins in the week before but they were covered in mould (the pumpkins not my daughter and her boyfriend!) by the actual day and Mrs F soon consigned them to the compost bin! No Trick or Treater’s called. We have few families with young kids in our road so not surprising. The bag of goodies Mrs F had bought was being devoured by everyone the day afterwards.
I watched the rugby world cup final. At home where I was undisturbed; not in a noisy crowded bar jostling for a viewing position and distracted by getting the next beer in. I was somehow reminded of those kind of days when it was on. I’ve really enjoyed the rugby fest that the world cup has been. Almost immediately a replacement hove to as the 3 match test series in the other code of Rugby League kicked off in Hull with England deservedly beating New Zealand. Pity that wasn’t at Twickenham the day before in the 15 a side variety of the sport. So two more matches in that one to look forward to and then the 6 nations after Christmas.
Son-of-Furtheron was briefly home for a truly flying visit on his way back from a week working at some exclusive institute in Switzerland. Mrs F and I went to Heathrow to collect him Friday evening and he was gone again Saturday afternoon wanting to get back to his girlfriend, it was brief but nice to have him home.
My guitar playing has been piqued again by the latest project – if you scan right and are a regular reader you’ll see a new picture leading to my more music orientated blog. I’ve just completed a project of rebuilding a cheap guitar in a manner I wanted to. It’s a roaring success and the music mojo which has been lacking a bit lately has been reignited.
Tonight I’ll be attending one of my regular meetings. It was the meeting that was my true home group for the first 9 years of recovery. My course over the last two years took me away from it. I initially mourned it’s loss then found a new group I could attend regularly that welcomed me in and which I enjoy attending. The course is different time in the week this year so I have returned to this group. At first I struggled – it had moved on that group I felt less at home there, but I’ve continued to be an “irregular” attender. Last week was its last meeting in the venue it has been in for the last 28 years since its founding. The church who owns the building and clearly is struggling to maintain it – (heaters not working, huge leaks in the roofs etc.) gave notice that they were to close the building in a year or so. The group found a new venue around the corner which seemed pricey but they have been very accommodating to a self-supporting charity I have to say and we will hold our first meeting there tonight. Another chapter in my recovery closed and another opened. It’ll feel different but the same no doubt.
There is a line in a passage from the AA big book regularly called “the promises” which says “we will intuitively handle situations which used to baffle us”. Now the ramble above of my small and meaningless life’s activities will seem mundane to most who’ll read it – they are but… I handle them. These were the things, the little things in life that did regularly used to baffle me totally and I’d either hang on desperately to someone else who seemed to know what was going on and follow, or more accurately mimic, them blindly in the belief that what they were doing must be the “right” answer or I’d just screw it all up and go get drunk to blatt my head to bits so I didn’t have to worry and of course not feel insecure, emotional or inadequate.