Generally, I can tell, but sometimes, especially with drunks, so-called "recovering alcoholics" it's tough to tell. Yeah, you should be able to smell it, but women use face cleaners that have a slight alcohol smell.
Pushin' seven decades, as I've written before, it's a bit too late to do anything and, again, as I've written before, she's out of the house most of the time.
Yeah, I can complain with the best of them, but at the end of the day, I don't think I deserve to live like this, but it's not all that bad really…just a few hours out of the day.
The think about drunks is they think they're getting away with it. More than that though, I have no sympathy for alcoholics. That the AMA calls "alcoholism" a disease, from my reading I've learned that there are cures, not the least of which are 12-Step programs and simply will power.
So, if you're an alcoholic, I really don't care about your problem, your so-called "disease." There's something you can do about it so, if you don't like having a "disease," do something about it.
Enough of that. I was thinking more pleasant thoughts on this day that the man for whom I voted and my political party sold us down the river and likely into worse shape than we are now.
I was thinking about my Mom and Dad, both now gone for quite a while. It's interesting for me to recall that I never had any "bad" times with my folks; I mean, sure, like most everyone, I got into "trouble" with them from time to time, but I never doubted their love for me, nor mine for them.
I'd like to say that they taught me everything I know, but that's not correct. They taught me many things, but mostly they taught me how to learn and equally important, to want to learn. And everyday, I learn something, perhaps small, or perhaps a revelation that leads to other skills or interests, but I learn daily, something.
How great that it is.
Sure, life's not as great as I might like it, but life's life and at the end of the day, I enjoy it more than I don't.