My last post was about almost being arrested for counterfeiting. Another form of close calls happened much earlier in life. When I first started getting high regularly, I would come home to my dear Mother, the grand inquisitor, and have to answer a barrage of questions, all of them pertaining to me being high.
Well Mom, I can tell you now that you were right every time. What you don’t know is how hard it was to control my words when the room was shaking back and forth. You see, in the early days, pot gave me vertigo. And somehow it came on strong after a walk home and sitting down in front of you.
Wave your hand back and forth in front of your face and imagine your hand is actually the room you are in. Scary.
I got vertigo for a few weeks during my sober years, too, but I don’t know why.
Yesterday I was picked for the third week in a row to go out on a Restorative Justice Work Crew. This one was tough in comparison to cleaning windows at the nursing home last week. I’m sunburned and all of my muscles have had a good workout.
We went to Willow River School (K-12?) and tore up sidewalks and curbs. Some of us worked sledge hammers to break it up, some of us pushed brooms around, keeping all areas clean at all times, and I wheeled load after load of broken concrete—or cement—I don’t know the difference, to the giant, metal garbage bins and dumped them out. Not always in the easiest way. I had to lift many pieces over the top, once the side door was closed.
At one point, four of us carried a piece that easily weighed 300 pounds about 60 yards quite awkwardly to its resting place in the bin. We did all of that for six hours.
Our boots were wrecked. Remember, our boots have to have a glass-like shine on the front two inches of the toe. Hahahahaha. I dropped at least three 100+ pound pieces on my toes throughout the day (thank you, steel toes) and my boots were battered. It took me three hours to break them down, re-apply two coats of wax, and get them looking good again.
After all was said and done, I felt pretty good about all of my hard work.
I had a small scare this morning when they announced that the running track has been repaired and we were going to run for the first time in 9 days. I was pretty sore from hauling concrete.
No worries. I completed the 4.5 mile run as usual.
As of today, we have eleven weeks left. 226 meals, 225 after dinner. 32 runs. 32 aerobics. Not that I’m counting.