In My Nice Ass Yard …

I took some days off from drinking. The previous Sunday afternoon and night, I had too much, and I paid for it immensely on Monday. To thoughts of alcohol all week I said, “I don’t want that.”

Here comes Friday night. Thinking I would celebrate my willpower. I crafted my favorite cocktail, that I make quite well. A dirty, dry martini. I even chilled the nice crystal glass for myself. I was creating an experience. Make it nice. Not just slam the crunk juice.

My husband had charge of the kids, playing all around the house, zipping in and out of rooms. So, I took my drink out into the front yard to be alone.

At first, I hid on the side of the house. Because one of them opened the front door to find me. I literally ran away, careful though not to spill my martini served up. HAHA

After the crew settled somewhere else, I slipped back into the sunshine. I sat on the green lawn, the many-years-cultivated soft and thick zoysia grass.

I sipped and took deep breaths. I did what I intended — savor. And I had the gentle sedation. I relaxed for a minute. I took in my gorgeous environment, with self-soothing in hand. I felt peaceful as the light glistened off the glass.