I am pleased to report that my gout or plantar fasciitis is not, I repeat NOT affected by red wine. Whew! I was worried there. Do to my dedication to science, I decided to test out my theory...I drank red wine. Remember, it's all in the name of science. I was pleased that the next morning my heel was not quite as bad as the morning I walked around like a drunken 90 year old. I know you were all worried about this.
Along the wine theme, the strangest thing happened yesterday. So for the last few days I have had workers at the house fixin' stuff. I had the pest control guy come out...interesting character who I will talk about -- or not -- in a bit. I also had a landscaper dude come out and fix my fence. Nice guy, does good work; I've worked with him in the past so I'm cool with him. At the end of the day yesterday -- day 2 of fence/gate fixin' -- he made some joke about beer. Apparently his helper made a crack about how a cold beer would be good about 'now'. Which I totally understood. They had been working in the sun and heat all day. Sometimes, I'm too honest for my own good...I replied that I had wine, but no beer. The guy who wanted the beer proceeds to ask what kind of wine and of course I answer -- honestly 'cuz I don't know when to shut up -- red and white (which was chilling in the fridge, yup, told them that too). I must really learn to shut my mouth! Somehow it came about that he would take some red. Now, to be honest I may have offered -- it's how I am. Seriously, some strong duct tape might do me some good! Thank goodness it was 2 buck chuck! So, yes I poured the wine for them -- in classy red plastic cups! Between the two they drank almost the whole bottle. I think they were done, or almost done, with the work. Seriously, it was a very surreal experience. And yes, I would -- and will -- hire him again to do work for me around the house.
Along the wine theme, the strangest thing happened yesterday. So for the last few days I have had workers at the house fixin' stuff. I had the pest control guy come out...interesting character who I will talk about -- or not -- in a bit. I also had a landscaper dude come out and fix my fence. Nice guy, does good work; I've worked with him in the past so I'm cool with him. At the end of the day yesterday -- day 2 of fence/gate fixin' -- he made some joke about beer. Apparently his helper made a crack about how a cold beer would be good about 'now'. Which I totally understood. They had been working in the sun and heat all day. Sometimes, I'm too honest for my own good...I replied that I had wine, but no beer. The guy who wanted the beer proceeds to ask what kind of wine and of course I answer -- honestly 'cuz I don't know when to shut up -- red and white (which was chilling in the fridge, yup, told them that too). I must really learn to shut my mouth! Somehow it came about that he would take some red. Now, to be honest I may have offered -- it's how I am. Seriously, some strong duct tape might do me some good! Thank goodness it was 2 buck chuck! So, yes I poured the wine for them -- in classy red plastic cups! Between the two they drank almost the whole bottle. I think they were done, or almost done, with the work. Seriously, it was a very surreal experience. And yes, I would -- and will -- hire him again to do work for me around the house.
This all now brings me to my profound thought: I have the ability to fix anything that is wrong in my life. Now this may sound like a no brainer statement to you, but for me -- who grew up in a highly dysfunctional family -- this is a new thought. Last night was one of those 'wake up in the middle of the night and stay awake for hours waiting for the brain to slow down and take a break'. One of the pleasant thoughts was about my new gates. You see, the old ones were so messed up that rather than opening them up and rolling the garbage and yard waste bins out them I would actually go through the garage and around the dreaded gates. This was a pain in the ass as the yard waste bin had to go through the garage door at just the right angle otherwise it wouldn't fit. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. That gate, and what I was doing with the bins, was a perfect metaphor for my life. In the past, instead of fixing things -- whether it was a gate or something personal -- I would find a way to live with it and just deal. Like I said, I had a pretty dysfunctional upbringing. The dysfunction hit overdrive in my teen years and really never stopped. Many of the things that happened were out of my control and I HAD to learn to just deal with it. Sadly, that became a part of me. It is only recently that I have started to take control over my life. Not that I didn't before, just that I am now really dealing with many things. So in the end, I could have saved myself countless trips to the therapist if I had only had my gates/fences fixed earlier!