Day 722: I’ll Have a Food Christmas

It’s pre-Christmas cooking day! We’re doing a whole Indian thing this year; I’ve already done the big shop yesterday, and so far this morning have made the spiced mixed nuts and… ah, I can’t remember what it’s called, but celeriac and beet and lemon and spices. Kind of a cole slaw dealio.

Today’s about 90% prep, and tomorrow I’ll be rocking the cooking while my wife works, and then it’ll be a merry Christmas afternoon for both of us.

Good food, too. Real food. I fought off the urge to buy snacks and discount chocolate yesterday, and will today as well (there are a couple more things to pick up).

REAL FOOD, BABY! It’s not a panacea — I wound up snacking on bread and chutney last night, for instance, I didn’t need to do that, but it wasn’t “sweet crap food,” at least. I still need to eat intelligently. But cutting down on my sugar and fried-stuff intake will be a good start.

Day 506: Gardening Holiday, Drinking Temptation

Four hours of yardwork yesterday! Started with some week trimming, then I got to digging weeds out between the flagstones and just didn’t stop. Not a great Victoria Day holiday, but on the other hand, the flagstones look great.

Yardwork Part II this morning, right after some coffee and checking in on the foster. I have the side yard to mow, and there’s a lot more flagstoning to do. Flagstoning? Sure.

Is this the most relaxing vacation? No. But it’s getting stuff done that needs to get done, and that’s satisfying in and of itself.

Oh, snap! I almost forgot to mention! Drinking temptations LIKE A VAMPIRE rose from the grave yesterday! A full blown “your wife’s at work, you’re home alone, nobody needs to know if you have a beer, buddy” attack. Out of nowhere. Fended it off, no problem, but it’s a good reminder that you gotta be vigilant. Pow! Stupid booze.

 

Day 138: Patio Season

So where I live, we’ve skipped right over spring and barreled into summer. In, like, four days. It’s ridiculous. And with the changing of the seasons, comes the putting-out of the patios. I started this no-drinking thing before patio season. I hadn’t really thought about patio season.

And now it is the season of the patio.

I don’t think this is going to make a difference, really. But there are a few things that tug at the ol’ drinkin’ sleeve, in declining order:

  • Stress
  • Being expressly invited to drink
  • Hanging out with people who drink
  • Seeing people drink

So we’re getting down to the bottom of the trigger barrel, practically speaking.

There is, though, a difference between winter sobriety and patio season sobriety. I’d be a fool to deny it. I didn’t think of this until this week, but there’s a season where drinkers are hidden from view and a season where drinkers are right in front of you all the time. There are sections of the downtown that are basically street bars.

Patio season will take some mental adjustment.

Because primarily there’s going to be a lot more cultural saturation of drinking around me. It’s just gonna be in front of my eyeballs more and therefore in my brain now. I don’t think it’s gonna bump the needle. But it’s a factor.

Secondarily, there’s going to be more “friend and spouse” pressure to go a’patio’ing. It’s kind of a middle space between “let’s go to a dark bar and quaff beer” and “let’s sit in the sunshine and have a fizzy gin thing under an umbrella.”

So I’m not worried. I’m not fretting. But it’s something to gird myself for. Yes, I said “gird myself.” Gird!