Monday, June 30, 2008

I had hoped....

...that this would not just be a list of things I do sober. I had hoped for some inspiration, profound or otherwise. I will keep hoping.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...Photobucket

That's Ivan. He is a big cat with big meows early in the morning... he wakes up hungry. Woke me up early this morning but I managed to go back to sleep ... it's probably a good thing he woke me up since I have my period and my tampon was at maximum capacity. I've had the very worst cramps this month, decidedly worse than usual. Lasting for a two day timespan and with shooting pains this time.
I made it to the noon meeting plenty early and Liz was there, I got to help her make coffee and what-not. We talked a bit, she teased me a little bit about that gal that comes to meetings on Mondays sometimes, the one I really like... the one that distracts me terribly. I hope that one day down the road she and I will be sitting on the couch together and I'll show her this post and she'll know I liked her from the beginning but that I could not approach her yet because I'm too new in my sobriety. Talk about building castles in the sky.
Ah, she wasn't at the meeting today, and I was visibly bummed out.
After the meeting Liz and Jane and so and so all met in a private meeting and I cleaned up a bit, did the ashtrays, then wiped down the counter and tables, left in a bit of a sulk because I didn't get to say goodbye to any of them.
Went home and walked the dogs, then off to the coffee shop to meet up with Deb: Deb didn't show up. I waited for over half an hour. Called her three times.
Turns out we both went to the wrong coffee shops. But we did get ahold of one another and finally we did go for that hike up around a lake on Green Mountain. Nice little trail around the lake and there is an outdoor church up there too...
Outdoor Church Grn.Mtn.

And there is this tiny little island not far from the shore of the lake, I want to wade out to it and have a picnic sometime.
Lake at Green Mtn.

Then we went to Ditto Landing and I finally got to see what that place looks like. Nice place to go sit and meditate, I reckon

Tenn. River Bridge

Debrah brought her dog and he seems nice. Big dog. He liked going out for a hike. She calls him 'Tse Tse fly". It's funny.
Because he is so big.
We had a great time, and she invited me to a Sierra Club hike tomorrow night and I am going to go. We will be going up Mt. Sano or whatever it's called.
Today when she did not show up at the coffee shop I noticed that I was out having a chai tea all by myself and it wasn't killing me. I even saw someone I know, George the painter. He came over to say hi... and I said I was waiting for someone so he left but I bet he would have sat down if I had not been waiting for someone. That's cool.
I should take my laptop in there sometime and just hang out there looking for inspiration. I bet I find some. A cute young dyke walked in at one point; too young for me to cruise so I let that one slip by. She reminded me of Cris from my college days: I was 28, she was ... what? 18?
She said I was too morbid. *sigh*
Good thing she never saw me in the morgue, how happy it made me to carry dead bodies. I bet she would have said "Yeah, I knew it way back when."
Anyhow, that young dyke didn't give me a second look. I bet I look too old now for young dykes to do double takes. wish I could cut my hair shorter. heh. I could but I'd never get a real job...
At any rate I need not be thinking about young dykes or dykes at all.
Other than just friends.
So ... had a pretty good day except for the time in the coffee shop when I had myself convinced that Debrah had decided to not hang out with me any more and was deliberately avoiding me ... turns out she has a cell phone but no minutes on it. I wish she had called MY cell... but it worked out. It worked out just fine.
today was a good day, lot of learning about myself, lot of chances to work my program and lot of chances to search within for an answer.
I smell like Debrahs' dog and I guess I don't really care... and I am NOT looking forward to work tomorrow: I hate making chicken fried steak OUTSIDE by the DUMPSTER in the PARKING LOT... *rolls eyes*
ONLY IN ALABAMA

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