August 2 – Day 23 – Hannah and I leave early tomorrow for Au Canada. It’ll be Canada Dry for me (You see what I did there?)
This evening it’s Just another day at the office -veggies instead of red wine.
August 3 – Day 24 – When on the road, opportunities abound to celebrate with a beer or a glass of wine. Looking for reasons to celebrate can become a way of life.
For example, on our way to Canada, we pickle at the Armstrong Tennis Center in Bangor, Maine. By early afternoon, we arrive at the visitor center in Houlton, Maine, the Gateway to the Maritime Provinces of Canada. Later, breaking for lunch, we usually have a beer with our Subway subs. Today, Hannah carries on the tradition while I celebrate with my sparkly water. Party on, Dan, party on!
Arriving at the home of longtime friends Bill and Karen in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada, we usually toast our friendship with a glass of wine or two. You know where I am going with this, don’t you? I’m so close to my 30-day goal with no alcohol, it’s not hard to sip my sparkly water while the others enjoy the grape.
August 4 – Day 25 – Chilling on a day in Fredericton, the provincial capital of New Brunswick, we walk, sit over conversation, and read. Finishing reading of Daring Greatly (2012) by Brene Brown on the power of vulnerability to make us all more compassionate, connected, and have a sense of belonging, I find the excerpt below by Teddy Roosevelt with which she opens the book speaks to me.
It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles; or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred with dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs; who comes up short again and again.
There is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows if he fails, he at least fails while daring greatly.
In my modest way, I step into this arena of a month of no alcohol. Still going strong, with no certainty that I’ll prevail over Demon Rum (metaphorically speaking).
August 5 – Day 26 – On the north coast of Nova Scotia prior to our hike at Cape George on the Northumberland Strait, we lunch on Subway subs, sipping, as I have for the last 3+ weeks, a cool fresh sparkly water. Not feeling tempted by the Red Hook brew of Hannah’s, I can see the finish line at midnight on August 9. Then later I reminded of the place for friendship and wine in Cape Breton.
Arriving at the Baddeck (Nova Scotia) Riverside B&B where Hannah and I stayed five years prior to biking the 190 miles Cabot Trail, we are offered wine before dinner by our friend/innkeeper Laverne Macrae. I do miss toasting the bond of our friendship with their red wine. Thankfully I have Hannah, ever the trooper, who for five more days will be drinking for two! Someone’s got to do it!