One World At A Time

Maybe instead of the famous AA proverb “One Day at a Time”, my credo should be “One World at a Time”, I suppose I have got to come down back to earth.
On Saturday we bowled at a village called Marsden and I wasn’t in my best form since I lost 10/21.
Since my holiday I seem to have lost my momentum at bowling but Luke has continued to improve and got his highest score so far losing 16/21 against one of the best players in our opponent’s team.
On Sunday after going to see the latest Harry Potter film we once again went to see my dad who had managed to fall out of bed whilst he was in the hospital and now was looking in worse shape with a fractured shoulder.
We all had a laugh that the next time we visited him that he might have a pot on his leg but he has now been moved to Halifax hospital which has better physiotherapy facilities.
It had been 2 weeks since my last AA meeting and this I think was starting to show, I was losing my temper at the least little thing, on Saturday night I had suffered a rage attack at our local supermarket because they had sold out of Coca Cola and I had another tantrum with my mum while cooking Lasagne for our Saturday meal.
I felt I was being drawn to the dark side so it was great on Monday to return to the safety and spiritual warmth of our AA meeting, I think everyone thought I had missed my birthday the previous week so I didn’t have to share.
Of course my good friend Uncle Buck who is approaching his second birthday accompanied me and I was nearly reduced to tears when everyone started singing Happy Birthday to me and gave me a card and a cake.
Initially I had thought it was someone else’s birthday, I even joined in the singing until my name was mentioned then I turned bright red and felt that awful embarrassment which I do when I become centre of attention.
You can probably tell sometimes in my blog posts that I long to be popular but if it ever happened I would run a mile, judging though by the number of comments on my last post I think my rise to fame could be some time off yet.
I reckon even if I wasn’t an alcoholic (which I am) I would still attend my lovely Monday night meeting in appropriately titled “Last Of The Summer Wine” country, the feeling of calm afterwards was overwhelming but short lived.
On my way to Halifax Hospital on Tuesday night to see my dad with my mum, Luke and my schizophrenic brother Sylar I suffered severe road rage on two separate occasions…
The first was where a dual carriageway merges to become a single road and while I was sat queuing patiently in the rush hour traffic a car whose driver obviously thought there journey was far more important than anyone else’s pushed its way past the queue and tried to cut me up to get into my lane.
Rather than letting the lady get into my lane I drove as close as I could to the vehicle in front and signalled angry gestured which increased my blood pressure by 70%.
I also managed to have a major tantrum with the barrier for the hospital car park on my way out because it refused to accept my ticket probably due to the fact that I hadn’t paid the fee!
It was nice though to see my dad looking happy for once in his new environment which he expects to stay another 2 weeks or so