I’m not embarrassed to say I’ve been in outpatient rehab for the past two months. That means I haven’t touched a drop of liquor in the past two months. Being bone dry feels…weird. I’m not used to it. I drank when I wrote short stories. I drank when I watched TV. I drank when I surfed the internet looking for news tidbits. I drank when I watched movies on my computer. I just drank to pass the night away and to eventually help me sleep. Now that I don’t drink I feel like I’ve lost my best friend. I sleep a lot. I feel listless and pretty much don’t do anything all day. Without AA/NA meetings and outpatient rehab I’d pretty much just stay home and probably be sleeping. I’m taking medication for my depression but I don’t know if it’s helping. I don’t get up in the mornings because I simply don’t have anything to do. I’ll be moving soon so I may as well enjoy these last few days of extended sleeping. That’ll soon come to an end as I spend all my time moving into someplace new and setting up house all over again. I’m not really worried about going back to drugging again. In fact, I rarely think about it. I don’t have those impulses. Drinking has the potential to get me out there again, though. That’s where the danger lies. It’s best that I absorb as much from outpatient rehab as I can as well as learn to work the 12 steps. They say it might save me life in the long run. They’re probably right.
I went to a local bar tonight, Boxcar Alehouse, to watch the Seattle Seahawks game against the St. Francisco 49ers. It was loud there though not as loud as the stadium where the game was held, Century Link Field. As a matter of fact, it was so loud at Century Link, 136.6db, that it broke a world record for loudest arena. It was a pretty good game, and yes, we won, 29-3. A lot of folks there expected that, but you know what they say – any given Sunday. It was nice to get out for a change. Rare for me. It’ll probably be months before I do that again. It was fun. Go Hawks!
Yay! I’m having my first interview for Wetland on Wednesday, July 31, 6:30 pm at the Starbucks on Elliot Ave. with Norelle Done from the blog Seattle Wrote. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. It feels kinda strange promoting myself and not MOON, the band I was in. I got used to promoting them so much it became 2nd nature. To just put my own self out there is a little nerve-wracking. If I fail I only have myself to blame. I’ve also been looking for another author to do Seattle readings with, but I guess those will be one man shows as well.
Enjoying a sunny gorgeous day, I took my trusty Chinese video camera on a minor tour of Magnolia. Specifically, I thought I’d snap a few pictures of flowers in the neighborhood. No, I’m not a horticulturalist or botanist. I don’t even think I’ve ever spent quality time in a flower shop or greenhouse, but you can’t help passing these wonders of nature and thinking to yourself, “Self, how about slapping these in a new post on your blog?” Well, here are some of them in all their colorful finery. I don’t know what most are called but enjoy them anyway.
Today they held the 5th Semi-Annual Rock ‘n Roll Pig Roast on 21st Ave. W. and W. Barrett St. in sun-drenched Magnolia. A 60’s & 70’s cover band played Beatles songs while food was being served up to my fellow neighbors. This is my first time catching this roast. I guess I must’ve been working the other times.
Ever fantasized about living in the woods? Imagine sipping cold water from a flowing stream as Little Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel and Rumpelstiltskin play hide and seek in a glen just a few yards away. Of course, you might have to contend with the occasional ogre or troll, but with numerous cottages and heroes all around, you’d still be safe. Discovery Park in Magnolia gives you that warm fuzzy ‘Once upon a time’ feeling the minute you step foot in it. You stroll through quietly, almost anticipating the arrival of dwarfs, Hansel and Gretel or a dragonslayer astride a white horse. It could happen.
Nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live here. Or so the saying goes. Actually, I do live here and it is a nice, albeit quiet, place to visit. I’m not patting myself on the back though because I know first hand how quickly someone can go from being domiciled to homeless.
I didn’t like being homeless. It’s so degrading. Now, whenever I see my homeless brothers and sisters sleeping under bridges and begging for change in the street, my heart bleeds for them. And I wouldn’t dare look down on them because I, or anyone else, could join their ranks in a heartbeat. And with that I bring you some photos I took of Magnolia.
The photos of cottages were taken at Magnolia Park. Aren’t they cute? The white cottage with the Tudor styling reminds me of a fairy tale house. You can almost see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs sitting around a wooden table eating porridge or whatever fairy tale characters eat.
The photo of the barge was taken from one of the numerous bluffs overlooking Puget Sound.
The blue water tower, which sort of resembles a bulbous spacecraft, sits smack in the middle of Magnolia and, I believe, it’s the area’s highest point.
Beautiful, million dollar homes adorn the flower-scented landscape of Magnolia. Just riding around town on a moped or bicycle brings you face to face with some of the most beautiful architecture in Seattle. No doubt they must be the homes of doctors, lawyers and business executives. I bet that sports figures from the Seahawks or Mariners also live here. I wouldn’t be surprised.
What’s missing from this photo montage are pictures from Discovery Park, the largest city park in Seattle. Once, I was standing there on one of the 200 foot high bluffs looking out at the Sound. Suddenly, an eagle came flying right by me. Flanked on its left and right were crows, flapping their wings to keep up with the majestic bird which wasn’t even flapping its wings at all. It was a pretty close up view, too. It’s clear to see why the eagle is the national bird of the U.S. It looks powerful and graceful at the same time. I wish I had brought my camera. Well, maybe better luck next time.
Sometime in the near future I’d like to take pictures of the places some rock icons lived and died. I have a basic understanding of where Quincy Jones lived and Kurt Cobain died but I’ve never seen those places. I do know where Layne Staley died because it was a five story building right around the corner from a club I used to play in with MOON.
I also think it’d be nice to visit some of the places Bruce Lee lived although, just from hanging around the International District, I’m sure I’ve been to a few places where he’d eaten.