I love, love, love October. Late yesterday afternoon, I decided to take today off. Combined with the Monday holiday of Columbus Day, I will have a 4 day weekend. Suddenly, in my office, I was whistling and singing and one of my co-workers noticed that my entire being had changed. I need a vacation desperately. I will have this 4 day weekend and then I have the half-marathon next weekend and then the weekend after that I have a retreat to go to.
I went to the 6:30 meeting this morning. I found it discouraging to hear a man who is nearly 20 years sober and still hates his mother. That's what the steps are for! Jeeez Louise, we have to get over this stuff. Sorry to be judgmental, but it was so striking to me. It is so hideously ugly to hear a 60 year old man whining about his mother. Yuck. I should strike this paragraph, but probably won't.
So this morning, I took my last kind of long run before my race. I ran 5 miles around a lake, through the golden cottonwood trees, in the crisp autumn air. It was glorious. I took a picture of a tree, but blogger won't let me post a photo this morning for some reason.
I had a revelation of sorts in the past couple of days: I decided that treating my son as a guest is probably not the best thing for either of us. I asked him if he would please install new lighting fixtures in my living room, dining room, kitchen and foyer. He said YES! And then I called my beloved sponsee J., and asked her (since she remodels homes for a living) if she would go with me and help me pick out the fixtures. She asked when I could, I originally said Friday night (not having yet decided to take today off) and she said that was practically "date night" for lesbians at Lowe's and Home Depot. I told her I would wear a flannel shirt. She said that a short skirt and heels would probably be better!
Anyway, I probably should not spend this money, but I am going to. I HATE the 80s crap in my house and I am going to get rid of it, piece by piece.
This is a long and rambling post. It is so wonderful to have the luxury of time. My house is such a pleasant place in the daytime... I feel like I never get to experience it.
"Let's remember that alcoholics are not the only ones bedeviled by sick emotions. In many instances we are really dealing with fellow sufferers, people whose woes we have increased. If we are to ask forgiveness for ourselves, why shouldn't we start out by forgiving them, one and all." -- Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 78