A Night on the Town
I just got home. Took me almost forty minutes from Ledyard, which is ridiculous. On a clear day, I could probably make the trip in fifteen or twenty, barring any unforeseen red lights or moving violations. But not tonight. The roads are awful, slick as can be, and yes, athough I hate with a passion to admit it, there is a little starting to accumulate. My friends, winter has begun, and she already brought snow. It's so early, is this what the rest of the season will be like? Lords, let us hope not. I can accept a white Thanksgiving or Christmas, but the rest is too much. I can't get up in time to get to work as it is, and you want me to have to brush off, scrape, and warm up the truck before I go? You're nuts.
So why, you ask, was I out at 2am in the sleet and snow? I was picking up my darling friend from Stash's down in New London, after he had just a tad too much to drink. And the sad part about this particular friend of mine is that he knows he has a problem. He freely admits he's an alcoholic. I don't think it has sunk in that he can do something about it. Like any other disease, there are treaments and help available, if you're willing to take the first steps, accept help, and help yourself. I'm tired of the excuses "all my friends are at the bar"...I don't want to have another Mark situation. I love my cousin, but he cannot for the life of him see what he has sitting in front of him, ever.
Bonus points for not yakking in the truck...that would have cost him a hell of a lot more than a dinner at the Olive Garden...which he keeps telling me will come in a week or two, when he catches up on his finances. Yeah, that's what I say about everything too, lol. But we'll see. If he can get his act together and take responsibility for his actions, he and I might have a chance. But until then, I can't handle the "issues," or at least the way he deals with them. But I am a friend, and as my wonderful mother said when I woke her up at 2am to go out in the awful weather to pick up my inebriated acquaintence, "that's what friends are for"
And thank you to my mother for accepting that with no question, the moment I said "I have to go give a friend a ride home" she said okay, tell me when you gat back, be careful. That is my mom. She's a wonderful person when she's not terrorizing the rest of us!
For now, it's all set. I'm going to try to hang out with him later today enough to keep him out of a bar, but we'll see. Have to stop by and see Aunt Pat, since she's home from the hospital. Maybe if she's up to it, will bring Leon along. She likes him, and he likes her. As a matter of fact, she's worked with his mother for years. How funny is that? Otherwise, another lonely night at home.
For now, must get some sleep....supposed to work @ 8, if we're still open. Won't know for another couple of hours, though. Wouldn't mind sleeping in, after this crazy witching hour.
So why, you ask, was I out at 2am in the sleet and snow? I was picking up my darling friend from Stash's down in New London, after he had just a tad too much to drink. And the sad part about this particular friend of mine is that he knows he has a problem. He freely admits he's an alcoholic. I don't think it has sunk in that he can do something about it. Like any other disease, there are treaments and help available, if you're willing to take the first steps, accept help, and help yourself. I'm tired of the excuses "all my friends are at the bar"...I don't want to have another Mark situation. I love my cousin, but he cannot for the life of him see what he has sitting in front of him, ever.
Bonus points for not yakking in the truck...that would have cost him a hell of a lot more than a dinner at the Olive Garden...which he keeps telling me will come in a week or two, when he catches up on his finances. Yeah, that's what I say about everything too, lol. But we'll see. If he can get his act together and take responsibility for his actions, he and I might have a chance. But until then, I can't handle the "issues," or at least the way he deals with them. But I am a friend, and as my wonderful mother said when I woke her up at 2am to go out in the awful weather to pick up my inebriated acquaintence, "that's what friends are for"
And thank you to my mother for accepting that with no question, the moment I said "I have to go give a friend a ride home" she said okay, tell me when you gat back, be careful. That is my mom. She's a wonderful person when she's not terrorizing the rest of us!
For now, it's all set. I'm going to try to hang out with him later today enough to keep him out of a bar, but we'll see. Have to stop by and see Aunt Pat, since she's home from the hospital. Maybe if she's up to it, will bring Leon along. She likes him, and he likes her. As a matter of fact, she's worked with his mother for years. How funny is that? Otherwise, another lonely night at home.
For now, must get some sleep....supposed to work @ 8, if we're still open. Won't know for another couple of hours, though. Wouldn't mind sleeping in, after this crazy witching hour.