Fun and explosions

After the four weeks, I went to a transitional housing program in San Jose. This program was set up to help people get a job during their transition back into society, so long as they remained sober. This experience was a lot of fun for me, despite my aversion to heat. I have always enjoyed cooking and despite how hot it was in the kitchen during the summer I still wanted to contribute and do something useful. I was preparing two meals a day for 50 plus people. I was allowed to be creative with the menus and cooked some dishes that I thought were very good. I did receive a number of compliments. I spent many a hot day in the kitchen; by I did enjoy this job, which provided me with some self-satisfaction. After five weeks, I was re-evaluated, and it was determined, that I could go to another house that the program had where everyone was more independent, more worthy and self sustaining, which was another beginning that had another bad ending. I was able in these days to have many opportunities to succeed, but Mister Self-destruct took over again, and always seem to win. This is the Fourth of July and I can hear my world around me blowing up. I I am in Alameda, California and there are many explosions going off around me. It is 10:30 in the evening and I am guessing that some of these explosions are not normal fireworks. I am enjoying the explosions in the sky and the colors that come after the Roman candles explode and distribute their colors throughout this sky tonight. The explosions cover the spectrum of all the colors, are unique with their Kaleidoscope of changing patterns, and provide a uniqueness that permeates the sky with brilliance. Amen