1. Read books. At the place we always stay there is an old leather chair that fits me just perfectly. It's right by the sliding glass door that leads to the beach and the view is pretty awesome. It's my reading chair. Since Sunday, I have read four and a half books. Granted, I read extraordinarily fast so it's not that much of an accomplishment. The best of the bunch was 501 Minutes to Christ by Poe Ballantine. It's a book of personal essays and pretty damn impressive. The worst one I read was Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola. It wasn't really bad or anything; it was just meh and I'd heard about how it was great beforehand. Definitely not great.
2. Play in the water. I may be 46, fat, slovenly even, but I do love a good frolic in the ocean. It might not be the smartest thing on my part because I can't swim but I can't help it.
3. Play with the kid. Now this is something I get to do almost daily even when I'm not on vacation but it's still the best. This week saw some firsts for Frances, the highlight being the first time she peed in the ocean. Proud father right here.
4. Backgammon with the wife. I love that we get to spend so much time together on vacation. Also, backgammon is just a euphemism for sex. If she reads this, it could mean that there will be no backgammon for the remainder of the vacation but I'm hopeful she won't. Please nobody tell her.
5. Sleep in. Duh.
Things I'm looking forward to upon returning home:
1. I really can't think of anything to put here. I'm pretty sure that when I typed that header it was just wishful thinking and a way to put a positive spin on the unfortunate truth that I come home in less than 48 hours. Yeah, I have nothing.
At Rehab, Talking to an Invisible Dog by Joshua Mohr
I just read this today after seeing a friend tweet a link (Thanks, Cari).It's odd that I just finished the Hepola book about getting sober today and then read this essay, which is about getting sober, about an hour later. If I had a drinking problem I'd wonder what it meant but I don't so I don't. It's weird that by saying you don't have a drinking problem, you automatically sound like you do. Why is that? Too much tv I think. Anyway, this essay is great. It's part of a memoir set to come out in 2016 and I'll read it for sure.
Essay: 9 of 10
It takes place during the few hours before Mohr enters rehab and the first few hours after he enters it. There's also a talking dog which I like. I also liked the admitting nurse at the rehab facility. She had a couple great lines.
Teachability: 9 of 10
Kids would enjoy this because they like reading about struggles. It has some minor language (a fuck and a shit) but nothing too extensive. Subject matter is alcoholism but it certainly doesn't glorify it. It's also a nice warning for the little experimenters without being preachy. They hate preachy.