It is Saturday morning. Traditionally my favorite time of the week. In the last couple of years I haven't enjoyed it quite so much. I have been so overwhelmed with work that I don't think I have had time to savor the small pleasures as I normally would. So, since I took yesterday off work, I feel rested and relaxed and I am happy it is Saturday morning.
I woke up at 4:30, I didn't know that though. I opened up a little slice of eyeball, and looked at my bedroom clock and saw it flashing "2:30," "2:30," "2:30." I knew the power had been off at some point in the night. So I got out of bed to see what time it really was. By that time, I was wide awake. I will actually take a bath and put on make-up and do my hair to go to my new-old homegroup in a brand new pair of blue jeans this morning. Then I will come home and run.
Yesterday I went to the gun store to buy pepper spray. When I got there, it wasn't there. I called my son to find out where the gun store went. I was amazed to hear that it has moved very near to an AA club that I have gone to probably an average of 3 times a week. How I never saw the gun store is a mystery to me. When I walked in there, I was absolutely amazed. The place was packed. With men! They were all buying guns. As I purchased my pink canister of pepper spray (that was the only color they had... weird), I told the salesman that I would probably be buying a gun soon, and asked him if business was good. He said people are trying to buy guns while they still can. Yep. That is why I want to get one. I have never wanted a gun before in my life, but I have never felt so much that I will soon need one.
After I purchased my pink canister of pepper spray, I decided I really need a new pair of jeans. Well, I knew I needed a new pair of jeans, but I decided that I actually had the time to go to hundreds of stores and try on thousands of pairs of jeans - until I found that one pair that would work. OK, I am exaggerating. But I went to 7 stores and tried on 10s of pairs of jeans. At Ann Taylor, I finally found a pair that look nice, and they cost $78.! How did jeans get to cost $78.? I was more than happy to spend $78. after trying on jeans all afternoon. It is almost as traumatic as shopping for a swimming suit! Oh, and then I went to Victoria's Secret - and that is traumatic as well.
I hate to throw this serious thing at the end of such a frivolous post, but yesterday in my comments, I got an eye-opener. Shadow, who lives in Africa, shared about the experience of being in AA in Africa. It is not very similar to being in AA in the US. So for her, it is not even possible to attend 90 meetings in 90 days. And much of the other standard advice, which is perfectly good for people living in urban areas in the US, is just nuts if you live in a remote area on another continent. I seldom think about how spoiled I am with so much fellowship around me. But I think sometimes we lean on the fellowship instead of God.
I better go get ready for the meeting.
Let's all stay sober today, OK?
Correction: Posted at 12:45 p.m., Mountain Daylight Time: