It has been a wonderful weekend in Houston, Texas. I love to listen to the way texans talk and I have gotten to hear it a lot. I love the humid air here and I love the way it smells. I love the softness of it. I can't believe flowers growing right out of the ground in November - flowers and palm tress and Christmas trees, wreaths, lights, and music.
I love that I got to sit with Daave, Scott, and Pammie last night at a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. Someone asked us if we get a pretty good picture of personality from the blogs and we all said we definitely did. It is so odd to "meet" people for only the second time, and yet I really feel I know them. It is a wonderful thing.
This morning Scott W.'s sponsor is taking me to church. Then Daave will drive me to the airport. I will go back home to Colorado - which you all know I love. But a little part of me will forever be in Texas.
If you are not yet part of the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous, you could have no concept of what you are missing - go out and meet your fellows!