Interfere with my blogging life. A lot of real people in my life this weekend. And although that is good, it is keeping me from blogging! Well, and the 40 lbs. of apples didn't help either.
Yesterday morning, my sponsee showed up here at about 6:45 a.m., and we headed across town to my home group. It was really wonderful to be there, and to bring her with me. I felt bad for her because people assumed she was new because they never saw her before, and she was with me, and I guess it just looked that way. I don't think it bothered her. But she is hardly new. She has been in and around AA for over 8 years, but sober this time (and for good, I hope) since January 2007. The meeting was good, really focused on recovery, program, steps, honesty, etc. Not like the happy horsesh** meetings, about how wonderful we all are because we have new cars, houses, wives, and husbands.
On the way home, we stopped at my favorite farmer's market in the universe. She had never been there before. I was shocked to see how different it looks in late October than it does in August. We were the only customers, and there wasn't much inventory. But I got a huge, bulging box of apples for $15. So I have spent the weekend, between other things, making apple butter. It is yummy and my house smells like heaven. I still have one more batch on the stove now. Apple butter takes a long time to make.
My little grandbabies are here this weekend. They are off to the museum with their aunt right now. So I have a few minutes. This morning I escaped the house for a while to run 6 miles. The 6 miles were wonderful. 47º and windy, which felt cold at the start, but torrid by the time I finished.
Let's see, what else have I done this weekend? Yesterday I raked what should be almost the last of the leaves on the lawn. My neighbor and I worked for a couple of hours and got it knocked out. It was fun. I went to church last night. The Pastor of my church gave a sermon about not being able in good conscience to ask for more money, he would be very grateful if people could just continue doing what they are currently doing - if they can - in this economy. It made me cry. I have never heard such a message from the pulpit. And it confirmed for me that I made the right choice when I changed churches this year. Today I ran to the grocery store with wet hair and no make-up after my run. I told my daughter I would surely run into someone I know if I went out looking like that, and sure 'nuff, I did. An old AA friend. We stood and talked for a while. It was nice. But after I told her that I am training for a half marathon and getting to 4 or 5 meetings a week, she asked me if I am retired!?! (she said she didn't have time to do all that) But the message to me? Do Not Leave The House Without Make-up Again. Ever.
So, I have my little laptop here, I am sitting on a gel hotpack on the sofa (my left hip is starting to bother me from running), and watching football. I am going to take a nap in a moment, while the football game drones on, singing me to sleep.
It is all just so nice and ordinary. I am so grateful for any moments that are just ordinary. It beats the heck out of the high drama I lived for so many years.
Sobriety has been bery bery good to me.