Triathlon!

The alarm is set for 5 hours from now. My darling sober daughter and I will be heading out for our triathlon. She is so excited. The last time she did a triathlon, she was strung out on meth, and was looking for a cigarette the entire time she was racing. We tried to tell her that she was unlikely to find a smoker at a triathlon, but she did finally find one and got a cigarette. It is a different story now. Thank God.

Huge day today, I am exhausted. We went to nightwatch tonight. We sat in the back yard of a man from the group I do not know well. In the middle of a kind of shady (not as in trees, but as in characters) city neighborhood was his little house. On the side of the house was a lot he owns. On the lot was a beautiful city garden, with eggplant, zucchini, carrots, peppers, and of course, tomatoes. There was a huge crabapple tree - huge enough that the chairs were set up under the hanging limbs. It was magical. Really, really magical. A brilliant summer night in Denver, Colorado. Huge moon hanging over the mountains. It is warm enough for people to be hanging around on corners, waiting for whatever mischief may come their way. So many wonderful nights of my life have been spent within a 10 mile radius of where I was tonight - on nights such as this.

Wish us luck on our triathlon. It should be great fun. What a thrill it is to watch this newly sober woman as she experiences a new life, a sober life. My darling daughter.