Serene Talks with Parental Figures

I awoke this morning to grey, overcast skies. We have a good chance of storms today which brings me joy. I will be glad when we get in that summer weather pattern of afternoon southern thunderstorms every day. It is only just a few short months away.

One scary thing happened this morning. When I awoke, I could smell cigarette smoke. I looked down upon my comforter and a lit cigarette was precariously perched among a fold in the blanket narrowly missing burning the blanket. I don’t even remember lighting it. I picked it up and finished it, relieved I didn’t catch myself on fire. A commenter had commented just the other day about the dangers of smoking in bed.

Last night, I and Dad went for a long ride in his car just to talk and catch up on things. I had just gone to the grocery store. I saw Wanda at Kroger and we talked for a few moments. It was good to see her out of an A.A. setting. She is such a warm hearted and kind soul. I love her dearly.

“We’ve had a good two weeks,” my father told me as we drove out River Road.

“It has been nice, hasn’t it?” I replied.

“I am taking you out to eat for your birthday tomorrow night,” he said. “Where do you want to go?”

“Let’s try that new seafood restaurant that just opened.”

“It’s good. I ate there tonight. I got the baked flounder.”

“Is it okay if I get the seafood platter?” I asked.

“You can get anything you want,” he said.

Dad handed me this week’s medications in their bubble pack. A soft rain then started to fall as we drove back into town to take me home. I do so enjoy these calm and serene times with my father. If you have read for a long time, you know our relationship in the past has often been rocky and turbulent.