Back to work

That's a picture of the train we took on Saturday. It was really, really fun. It goes 12 miles one way through the Royal Gorge - along the Arkansas River outside of Canon City (Colorado), then stops, and goes back. It takes an hour each way. It is beautiful and the lunch we were served was really good. My sister really enjoyed it and that was a relief - I was pretty nervous about her liking much of anything since she is such a city person. I tried to get her to take a mini-mini-mini hike, but it never happened. Somehow we got WAY too busy shopping on Sunday to get out to the mountains.

I am grateful that I am a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous. I love many people, and I enjoy many things... but nothing is as good as sitting with my fellow alcoholics in an AA meeting - where I belong. I love AA. I love AA members. That is where I belong. Thanks to AA, I can go out in the world and get along with people, and look like I pretty much fit in most of the time, but I know what my reality is. My reality is that all of this seeming normalness is only by the Grace of a Loving God and the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. Left to my own devices, I am a drooling, babbling, peeing-my-pants drunk - who doesn't get along with ANYONE for more than a few minutes.

"AA has taught me that I will have peace of mind in exact proportion to the peace of mind I bring into the lives of other people, and it has taught me the true meaning of the admonition, 'happy are ye who know these things and do them.' For the only problems I have now are those I create when I break out in a rash of self-will." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, 3rd ed., p. 551