This is what my front porch looks like this morning. I am grateful to have a front porch where I can fly the flag, sit in my rocking chair, water my plants, and generally be a sober human being.
Took a walk instead of a run this morning (because I am also planning a bike ride and a swim today). While I was walking, I encountered an elderly gentleman who used to go to a 6:30 a.m. AA meeting in the area. He stopped me to ask me if I am Mexican. hmmm. I have red hair and green eyes... Anyway, we started talking, and I realized that he does not remember me. I am not even sure he remembers himself. He looked disheveled and a little wacky. He was talking wacky too. I didn't ask him if he remembers me. I didn't ask him if he was back on the sauce. Because frankly, I think he may very well be suffering from dementia and not drunkeness. We had a nice, albeit weird, chat. But I walked away and wondered if I should have said "don't you remember me?" "are you OK?" "are you drinking?"
Any thoughts from my wonderful fellow bloggers?