5-17-25 Sat/Log Day 1 of 30, no spirits.

 W: 312.8                BS: 116

No spirits?  Am I QUITER??   Nope.  I'm a control freak is what I am.

For you see, both my parents were alcoholics.  I have also had an untold number of friends and family who shared that same trait.  I waited till I was in my 50's or so before I allowed myself the luxury of boozing my life.  What I learned along the way was this; There are only two kinds of alcoholic.  The ones who left that life, or the ones who's life left them.

"Hi, My name is Art, and I'm a control freak".

"Hi Art!"

Self control is big on my agenda.  Not that I'm against excess, depravity, or sinful ways.... just that I want to make my own choices on those happy little issues.  The idea that I may be an alcoholic of the type who just has to drink, that is a hateful thought to me.  In response I cooked up my own way of being sure.  Regularly, but randomly, I quit drinking for a time.  Maybe all alcohol, or like this time just the spirits.  At least for two weeks, but usually never more than a month.  Long enough to make sure any good booze I sip is by My Choice, and not the bottles.

Today is day 1 of 30 without spirits.

• Dishes
• Pickled shrimp
• Make her yogurt parfait
• Dinner out
• Vacuum
• Observe garden
• Clean something
• Clean another thing
• Put clothes away
• ?

Resy's at Quentin Tavern for three.  Best burgers, onion rings, and fish & chips I have had in my life.  Now they have a garlic flat iron steak on the menu..... HMMMmmm.

What Herself will do for a Klondike bar is NOTHING compared to what she will do for pickled shrimp.   Here is the recipe I kinda sorta almost maybe follow...ish.

These will be ready tomorrow afternoon at lunch time.  Few will survive till dinner.