Monday, December 2, 2013

Green Up!

A woman hired a contractor to repaint the interior of her house. The woman walked the man through the second floor of her home and told him what colors she wanted for each room. As they walked through the first room, the woman said, "I think I would like this room in a cream color."

The contractor wrote on his clipboard, walked to the window, opened it and yelled out, "Green up!" He then closed the window and continued following the woman to the next room. The woman looked confused, but proceeded with her tour. "In this room, I was thinking of an off blue."

Again, the contractor wrote this down, went to the window, opened it and yelled out, "Green up!"

This baffled the woman, but she was hesitant to say anything. In the next room, the woman said she would like it painted in a light rose color. And once more, the contractor opened the window and yelled, "Green up!"

Struck with curiosity, the woman mustered up the nerve to ask, "Why do you keep yelling 'Green  up' out my window every time I tell you the color I would like the room?"

The contractor replied, "Because I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street." 

Update:  I was belly aching, again, at mmabsers chat the other night, bitching that my pink cloud had floated off and that sobriety had become...mundane. Stretch, yawn stretch.  Which is just ludicrous in light of my last post.

One of my fellow mmabsers said, "There is a saying in AA about keeping it green." (Do you see an obsession with AA developing here?)

That hit home.  I've been wandering around, looking for my pink cloud, but I was doing nothing to bring it back.  I wasn't blogging, I wasn't reading blogs, I wasn't participating on the message boards, instead I was just like the drinker I used to be, pouring booze down my throat, knowing that it was making me miserable, but being too damn ambivalent to do anything about it.

"You have to work the program."  Uh-oh, there it is again.

I ran into the lady that I mentioned in my last blog, the one that reached out to me through a friend. We were both at another fundraiser and I did my best to avoid her.  Why did I do that?  Was I afraid that she was going to run up to me and grab me in a choke hold and start shoving the big blue book down my throat, page by page.  I had just complained to my friend that I feel like such an outsider these days, that people were either alternately avoiding me or else they couldn't wait to tell me how much they'd been, or not been, drinking lately.  It makes me sad that people are afraid of me and avoid me, and here I was doing the same thing.  But to be truthful, she seemed to be trying to avoid me too, as if she was regretting the advance she had made.

Anyway, I felt bad about being so ungrateful so I decided to act like a normal adult and respond to her kind offer of support the way grown up people do these days, I contacted her on facebook.

She wrote back this morning and said she was glad that I had wrote, that she and another woman were forming an AA group in Progreso, (a short 6 mile hop instead of the 40 minute trek to Merida) and she'd love for me to attend.  I wrote back and said, "I'd be happy to."

"Green Up!"


  1. Green up!!!!!

    Woo-hoo! Be sure to let me know how it goes. Might be exciting to be in on the ground floor of one of these things.

    So proud of you...


  2. LOL, Kary. Loved the joke and I love the fact that you've opened your mind to the possibility of enjoying AA. I didn't really mesh well with the first group I went to for awhile, but then I found another group and it fits me like an old shoe. It truly is my "Home" group. The cool thing is, we're REAL...ya know? Honest and open about good stuff and bad. It makes me realize how seldom we as adults really share openly with each other. I used to tell people that AA was a lot like Sunday School except people say "fuck" a lot. Haha. But the truth is my group is a lot more honest and open with each other than any sunday school class I've ever been in.
    Fingers crossed that you enjoy your experience. :)

  3. Kary May! I have missed you,my friend. I am so happy that you're still here with us, even if we don't hear from you much. And I also appreciate your honesty here. Isolating is a bitch, and it does me no favours whatsoever. Being with the folks here and there helps me a lot. When I start to pull away from the pack, my mind gets squirrely. So while it does take some time out of my day, I do have to keep connected or my mind (which is a dangerous place to be alone with) likes to tell me strange

    Anyway, you're headed to an AA meeting, eh? You'll be fine. Might seem odd at first or it might feel that you're at home. I am looking forward to hearing how it goes. It was strange for me at first, but it's strange when I don't go. And I only go once a week, maybe twice.

    Nice to see you here :)

    Love and light,

  4. Nice to hear from you and how interesting that you are going to go to a meeting - wicked! Love that you are stretching and changing and exploring your recovery. I think this is something we need to do because it's a long life my friend and it's a long time not drinking in a world awash with booze. I am totally not adverse to going to any groups should the opportunity arise. Not at all. Will be very interested to hear how it goes so please keep sharing. In the meantime sending love and.. just quietly.. um… I don't get that joke….(sorry)