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Progress Report: Climbing Out of the Trough? [Jul. 12th, 2007|01:25 pm]
Young Geoffrey
Last night, my telephone rang and - quite uncharacteristically - I actually answered it (that my unit doesn't have call display (I case of buying a surplus phone and just presuming that any telephonic device without a rotary mechanism would of course display the number of incoming calls) is one of the reasons I seldom do answer it on those rare occasions it rings, but not, lately, the primary one).

It was my cousin Wendy, who now makes her home far to the south and west, and whom I have not seen for a couple of years, nor spoken to for almost as long. She is, nevertheless, one of my very favourite people in this world (well, in any world).

"Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece.

"Geoffo!" she answered. (Please note: she is the only person who is allowed to call me that; anyone else doing so risks a punch in the mouth.)

My first thought was that she might be coming east and was calling to let me know.

My second, was to remember that my journal has lurkers and that Wendy has sometimes been among them.

"I bet I know why you're calling," I said and she admitted it was so. We spoke for a couple of hours and, happily, I was able to give her the following update on my state of mind (which also meant that our conversation wasn't entirely about me, thank god).

I have even managed, without difficulty, two nights out of three without benefit of alcohol, a feat I don't think I have achieved in more than a year. (I had forgotten how nice it is to awaken with a head utterly clear.) And Tuesday's imbibation (I know, I know: that's not a real word; but I kind of like it) was conducted in the company of others.

In retrospect, though, I think Sunday's post was the culmination of my dawning self-awareness rather than its cause.

It might be that the process began on the Canada Dominion Day weekend, which I spent - in the company of people.

Or it might have been that morning, three or so weeks ago, when I literally flushed my stash; my first step towards making changes. My corpus has been without the questionable benefit of cannabis since then.

Whatever.

I am not yet typing up a storm, but my muscles are aching the way they ought to, I've been getting out of the apartment and I've even been returning phone-calls.

And I hope to hell that my next post is about something other than myself.
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[User Picture]From: maryweasley
2007-07-13 03:13 pm (UTC)
Some good company is always welcome. Right now I'm drifting away a little bit cause I'm spending 3 days a week in a company which organises trips to convalescent homes and other such a stuff. And rest of a week I spend reading books digged out in libraries and low price bookshops.
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[User Picture]From: sck5000
2007-07-25 10:25 pm (UTC)
Odd, I could have sworn there was a substantially more recent and substantially more annoying-to-read post than this.

Are you around tonight? I think we should dive out for beers. E-mail me if you are because I am afraid to go on MSN. I need some advice on how a person gets money quickly in this rotten town.

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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2007-07-26 08:02 pm (UTC)

How About Thursday

Obviously we missed one another last night; I'm up for a couple of pints on the patio at Mezzro's this eve, if you're of a mind.

But in a nutshell, my advice is, temp agencies. Besides providing quick money (presuming the job-market is such as to provide jobs at all), they can also sometimes lead to permanent positions.
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[User Picture]From: sck5000
2007-07-27 10:15 pm (UTC)

Re: How About Thursday

I was out last night, but I appear to be back now. If you're up to nothing, come to my private patio and bring me a beer and then we will go somehow acquire more beers.

Harry Potter. Dear God.

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