Let's go OGERING!

In Louisville there is this Kroger store that once upon a time had some bulbs burn out in the sign so that it read "OGER" instead of "KROGER". Since the commercial said "Let's go Krogering", it became "Let's go OGERING". C. made that up. I have never ever forgotten to call going to a Kroger store going OGERING.
*SIGH*
I thought about C. last night to the point where I was looking for paper to write her a letter. I had no paper in the room. I did not trudge out to my truck where there IS paper. However, when I went Ogering, I bought a notebook expressly for writing to C. on.
I want to send her a letter telling her I am totally normal now, well, you know, stable. That I'd like to be part of her life again if she thought she could see her way clear to give me a little trial run for say, sixty days.
Bet I end up writing that this weekend or soon. Don't see why not... I miss her. She is part of my DNA after all these years. It's been nearly twenty since we met. I think... it was what? 1988? 89?
I couldn't get her out of my head last night. My brain went over and over Paint Creek. It went over and over the tornado we out ran. The sterno meal by candlelight. Her hand resting on my knee for miles as we drove home to safety and sterno... her hand on my knee. It's still there. That's why I need to write her. To let her know her hand is still on my knee.
Went to the meeting tonight, it was ok.. I was falling asleep though. Just like in Basic Training... I'm eager enough to go but once I sit down and people start talking, I'm zoning. That's rough.
Good meeting though, it was on the THREE PERTINENT IDEAS:
a) That we were alcoholic and could not manage our own lives
b) That probably no human power could relieve our alcoholism
c) That God could and would if he were sought.
A lot of good things were said at the meeting about the three ideas.
And on the ride home S. seemed a little less irritating than usual. Although she was still pretty irritating.
She gave me a fiver for gas money which is cool. I wish she would find another ride though..
Went to Kroger after. There was a nice Jamaican fellow at the bread aisle wanting to chat about how much High Fructose Corn Syrup is in the breads... we both searched high and low to find a bread that only had sugar or brown sugar in it.
I drifted off to the KASHI cereal aisle and he came running over to show me a bread with ONLY brown sugar in it. Wow, I said. It only took twenty minutes to find that, huh?
and he laughed, then he left, saying "Take Care". I don't know if he was hitting on me or just liking some bread scrutinizing company. At any rate, I made sure my body language said 'it's cool to chat a bit about bread but that's as far as it is going... don't go seeing us scrutinizing pasta and meat sauces in the future'...
The store was not quite as depressing as it usually is for me. I think bread guy made it a tad better. Then there was another Jamaican person, a woman... when I was ogling the 'sweet potato pudding cake' that was on sale, she looked at then started to walk off. I said "looks kind of good" and she said "We have that in Jamaica! But it looks nothing like THAT!" (it had been made in a bundt pan).
and I said "Well, it doesn't, eh? Should I try it?"
She said, "Go ahead, try it, you may like it. It might taste really good!"
so I did.
and it did.
and I left the rest of it for my roommates to devour during the night.