Yes, my little EA (e-xceptionally a-ttentive or a-mazing) dearie. I do know what you “mean”.. but then I realized there’s two sides to every little habit; when you become accustomed to the one side it becomes difficult to see the habit any other way. My mommy told me there’s many different reasons why people like the “drink” but a few summers ago I saw firsthand (family friend) how it causes even the most intelligent, responsible and respected individuals to spiral out of control; causing very dangerous situations, if not fatal. I then realized that this “drinking problem” was actually a medical condition; although it is incurable it is very treatable and with effort it is highly successful. It’s a little easier these days to seek treatment — but there’s many types of “o-holics” in society and it’s vital for them to realize it is important take care of themselves before their habit takes over them. Not to get preachy here… but it’s nice when have an extra pair of eyes looking out for us. Angels walk amongst - I call them family and friends. There’s always at least one exceptionally amazing person present in your life, but, also, you can be your very own source of inspiration. However, some of us can only tolerate reality in very small doses - I for sure. It’s nice to retreat or idealize - as long as it is done carefully and moderately. You have a good lil’ heart EA, thanks for continuing to share it with your friends on WoW ~Little Fefe

Dear Edith Ann, I understand what you mean. My daddy was a drinker when I was young, too. Well, he drank until I was grown, if we are going to be honest here. There were lots of times when he would come in on Friday nights and have a drink and he would just laugh and laugh and dance with me or my sister or my mom, and it was so much fun. But there were also the bad nights when he would come in, fix a drink and take the bottle and go and sit in the living room in the dark and drink, and listen to sad music. My mom would sometimes find his hidden bottles and pour them out and there would be a BIG fight! My mom always told me though that I should never be mad at him because of his drinking because it was a disease, and he was sad about things he saw when he was fighting in Germany in World War II. I never missed his drinking because he would still dance with me even when he was sober. Maybe you can talk to your dad and get him to do the same fun things with you now that he is sober. Be happy for him that he stopped drinking. Be even happier that he isn’t mean when he drinks. My friend had a dad who got mean when he drank, but that’s another story for another time. Take care of yourself … people love you! Rita

Josie, could you please give your friends here a nod so people know you are safe and well?