Updated March 2, 2022
From left to right are Bella, Giordi, Liz, and Tucker.
They are different colors so I can tell them apart, but they emit the same
being-ness, to coin a phrase.
Bella is an indoor cat, and possesses mysterious powers that allows her to completely dominate our lives. She is the child I never had.
Giordi is a dog's dog, with all the wonderful attributes of that breed, along with some other characteristics thrown in to make him "interesting."
He is my best bud.
Tucker, the black one, is a neighbor's dog, who visits daily after a stunning and energetic romp through canyons and rough shrubbery from the house of a neighbor friend about a mile away. We can see him coming, usually, as evidenced by the moving shrubbery. He is the most "active" dog I have ever seen, and I mean that kindly. I think he is secretly an amphetamine addict, since nothing else could explain his energy. He and Giordi are best friends, as alike as Abbott and Costello were (you have to know that old comedy team to get the joke).
The remaining one is my wife Liz, who is the animal control officer of the family, and who has magical powers over the animals that never cease to amaze me. I think she is part dog and cat, with a little human thrown in, since she communicates with them very easily, and also with me, but in a different and more direct and assertive way.
Rather than reproduce here on this website the story of my relationship with alcohol, I am adding this link for those who might be curious enough to read highlights of my battles and victories and treaties with my protagonist, the Demon Alcohol.
Nothing is particularly different from any other story of anyone's battles with addiction (they are numerous), except I tried to add enough humor and whimsy to make it somewhat funny while hitting the highlights. Since I had already done this in a previous website when I first started this particular writing streak, I am providing a link for those inclined to read the whole story. This rendition is somewhat lighthearted, at least as much as the "battle with the bottle" can be, and I have attempted to look at it humorously, now that I am on the other side of the battle.
For the record, I have not imbibed alcohol for over five months (as of March, 2022), and no longer desire nor miss it. My life is more fulfilling, with far less drama, I experience more peace and calmness, and I intend to continue this until I do not.
There is some thought in one of the alcohol books or programs to the effect that one does not have to give up alcohol forever. The only important thing is not to take that next drink, and by definition, the problem is solved.
If you are still curious, please go to this link: