So, now I start my 34th year of sobriety. Don’t get the idea I think this is nothing, because it isn’t. But it also isn’t my doing. It is the Grace of God alive in my life. Nothing short of miraculous. Not the “rewards” of my splendid “working” of the program. I posted this photo on Facebook yesterday and probably shouldn’t have. Nice to hear from folks, but probably a little bit too much attention for me. It’s dangerous for our egos, you know. And although it probably isn’t a technical break of anonymity, it is definitely a spiritual break of anonymity. I used to be afraid I would be struck drunk if I ever broke a tradition, but I have changed my mind about this and many other things over the years.
I am going to my favorite craft store this morning to sign up for a quilting class on Saturday. I don’t know why they waited until 4 days before the class to announce it. Oh well. I am going to see how much the fabric will cost, and then factor in the $75 for the all day class… and then decide. But I have probably already decided to do this. I want so much to make a quilt for my bed. In the class, you make the top of a 5′ square quilt, which will not really work for a full sized bed, but it should be pretty anyway. I was given gift cards for this store for my birthday and retirement last year and have hung onto them all this time. For an “emergency” just like this?
The home made yogurt is fermenting in the crock pot. I started it before I left for mass this morning. And now I can’t leave the house until it cools to 120º. Then I can wrap the crock pot up in towels and let it sit for 8 to 10 hours. After that time, it is yogurt, but is better if you refrigerate it undisturbed for another few hours. THEN, I strain it for a few hours more until the whey strains out and it becomes greek yogurt. And I do this a couple of times a week. It is SO worth it.
This is my life today and I can’t think of anything I would rather do.