From darkness into light
A few evenings ago I noticed that the evenings were noticeably getting darker.
Now long time readers may have deduced that I am no lover of Winter. I dread the dark evenings and the crap weather. I hate all the shite surrounding Christmas, with all its false jollity. The darkness lies on my heart like a heavy weight and my mood matches the lack of sunshine.
In other words, I fucking hate Winter.
However, I think I may have found a solution.
Some months ago in a rare fit of compassion, Herself developed a conscience and realised that I might be missing my regular visits to the pub. This Full Time Caring was having a disastrous effect on my social life. She suggested that maybe I should have a drop of whiskey in the evenings. Naturally I objected as I filled my first glass.
So it has become a regular thing. Come the evening I pour myself five fingers or so and relax. However, I don’t want to overdo things so I set myself a little rule – I wouldn’t start on the Jameson until after sundown.
But of course sunsets are starting to occur earlier each evening which gives me more drinking time.
Come midwinter I am going to end up paralytic every evening.
This may be the first Winter I will actually enjoy.
Uisce Beatha 😈
You should move here, the sun sets on 21st nov and doesn't rise again until 21.01.
And stay sober all Summer? No thanks.
Wow. A brilliant bit of applied psychology by her indoors.
But. That has awakened again a dark dread. Three really great blokes I've known or worked with have been avid whisky or whiskey lovers and have died of throat cancer. One guy boasted of having 80 different brands in his cubby hole under the stairs known as the den. He was 44-had two kids.
Co-incidence? Chance? Bad luck ? – or does someone up there have it in for us all one way or another. Especially people who enjoy things.
That's put me off my red wine and I'm only on my third glass.
Someone said cheer up it could be worse so I cheered up and it was worse.
A combination of all of the above. Personally, I just play the cards as they are dealt. If I am dealt a bad hand then that's the way things go….
Glad you found a solution. I used to do it with scotch until I grew
senileolder and less mentally competent. At that point I get my relaxation from my hallucinationsmental fantasies.
Scotch? IRISH! Postpones senility and prevents hallucinations [unless you drink more than a couple of pints a night…]