November Eleventh, Two Thousand and Nine

Veteran's Day, United States of America. There are better places than an alcoholic's blog for writing about Veteran's Day, particularly this year, so I think I will leave it alone. I will call my son (veteran of the war in Iraq) and my brother (Vietnam vet) later today. I have my flag flying on my front porch and I guess that is my contribution today.

I went to that job interview yesterday and got so excited about a job that I thought I wanted. I was interviewed by two people who spent two hours with me, so I know they were interested in me as well. But I left there with the conviction that I cannot work there. There are too many reasons to list here. I went back to my office rather sad. But rather happy to see my pretty, pretty office. I love my office. I forget how much I love my office.

It was after 5 o'clock last night and almost everyone was gone. My boss' boss and I ended up having a nice conversation in the copy room. He told me it is important to him that I get a promotion - but it will take a year or two. I couldn't believe my ears. I have despaired of ever getting a promotion - I have tried for so long - to no avail. And here he was asking me what departments I thought I should take over, and I had a list for him.

I would be elated if I could stay where I am. It appears that I will for today anyway.

This morning I got to go to my 6:30 meeting. I got to talk for a long time afterwards with a dear friend I have known since he got sober in 1999. He is a wonderful man. A decent man. A man who loves his wife. The best kind of man. I am proud to know him. I am also glad I got a chance to talk to him because it undid the creepy-crawly feeling I got from the meeting which seemed to be more of a therapy session than any kind of AA meeting I am familiar with. I actually heard people refer to AA as a "12 step program" right in an AA meeting. When did that happen?

So, as if you all care what I am going to do today I will tell you... I am going to do what I dream of doing on days when I don't have to go to work. I am going to sit on my world famous sofa and knit. I still have to put together the baby blanket, I will post pictures once I get it done in the next day or two - or after the weekend at the latest. I have felted slippers and hats to knit for Christmas presents. And I have flannel pajamas to sew for grandchildren - out of that bright flannel I bought that I am not going to use for the backing of the baby blanket. At $9.99 a yard, I have to use it! I was able to find some flannel across town that I like and is Scott W. approved!

I am grateful for a quiet peaceful life today. Although this probably doesn't sound like much, this is more than I could have ever dreamed when I walked into Alcoholics Anonymous sick and desperate. Quiet and Peaceful. Yes. That is good.

Wishing that for you too.