It’s truly Autumn! And I truly get to sit on my sofa and blog! And there are real football games on the television! There is an afghan I knit eleven years ago while I was glued to the TV watching the aftermath of 9/11 – it is a beautiful wool and mohair blend with large cables – and I am soon to lay this on top of me while I sleep the amazing sleep of a football autumn afternoon.
Yes, I have homework. And yes, I will get it done.
At the meeting this morning it was the birthday of a man I have known since he got sober. 27 years ago. We have a stormy relationship, and yet we hug when we see each other and tell each other “I love you” in honesty. He irritates me endlessly. His mantra has always been “happy, joyous, and free!” And most of the time he has used it as a final argument or a war cry. It has never felt happy, joyous, or free to me. Today he said in the meeting “I don’t know where I got “happy, joyous, and free” from, but I have always said it.” Seriously. He apparently forgot that it was written in 1939 by Bill and Bob in the big book. He thinks he made it up. Oh well. It takes all kinds to fill up the freeway and a meeting.
I was talking with another friend who was flirting with me. He is a lounge singer. We have been flirting for the last 27 and a half years – when he got sober. Now he’s in his late 60s or early 70s, and I am 60. He put his arm around me as we walked out into the parking lot and sang “Everybody loves somebody sometime….” to me. Dean Martin. How freaking awesome. I left there feeling like a girl.
It seems I failed to mention that I hurt my back on Thursday night at my new class. Sitting at a tiny bench at a tiny table in a grade school cafeteria for two hours. I thought it would stop hurting when I stood up. I thought it would stop hurting when I woke up the next day. I thought it would stop hurting the next day after that. But now it hurts worse than it did before and I am a little bit disconcerted. I have taken such good care of myself and trained flawlessly for the race one week from today. It may be that I will be undone by sitting in a class for two hours. Oh well. Maybe today I can rest it enough.
Oh, it is all so good. So grateful to be sober, to be alive, to be healthy.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. — Psalm 90:1-2