It sure doesn't take long to read the blogs I read every morning these days. There are now only three. A few weeks ago there were six. We're dropping like flies. I miss the people who stopped blogging. Today will be the last day I need to care for the cats of a sponsee who is on a cruise. Her house has come to scare the crap out of me. I absolutely HATE being there. I like being there when she and her partner and others are there. But when I am there alone? I find it frightening and can't wait to leave. It is a several million dollar house and it is massive and has huge expanses of marble floors that make weird echoes and noises and is creeeeepy. I do love her kitties though. And not surprisingly, they have come to like me a whole lot more than they used to! In fact, they gave me the ultimate gift yesterday. I was cleaning up some weird looking debris in the dining room - and screamed when I noticed that the piece in my hand had beady little eyeballs and whiskers! Gross! I have no idea where the rest of that tiny rodent was, but I hope not to find it.
Yesterday morning I went to my old home group. Maybe when I retire I can move back to MY side of town and be back where I BELONG? I do not belong here where I live. After 15 years in the group I attend regularly, I realize I will never belong there. I can walk into my old home group after not being there for a year and sit right down and feel right at home. Welcomed just as if I am family - because I am. Oh, there is nothing like that in the world.
Shutter Island was good. My friend and I laughed through it - we kept whispering to each other - identifying who at our hospital the characters in the movie were. We both knew about 1/4 of the way through the movie what the "surprising plot twist" was. Well, she is a psych nurse, and I have worked at a psych hospital for 15 years. It was good though.
A great day yesterday was. If I keep writing about it, it will make me late for today, and I don't want that to happen because today is likely to be good too. I think I will get to it.
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Oh how I can not stand mice. I don't know why either because they are basically harmless. Except when they run across my keyboard at work while I am sitting at my desk. EEEEKKK!
I would not feel very comfy in a big ole expensive home like that either. I'm a simple gal and love it that way. I'm sure the kitties made it better though. Who doesn't love a sweet kitty anyway?
Nothing more comforting than my old home group -- four hours' drive away, but I feel as if I belong there.
Time to make new blogger friends perhaps?
I'm missing a few who have quit blogging too. I'm keeping their seats warm when they find they just miss us too much!!
Have a happy Monday.
namaste
Our little recovery-blogging world changes, just as the rooms of AA change. I guess it's to be expected.
Interesting story about the cat and mouse game you're playing.
I feel the same way about my home group. No matter how long I've been away, I can pick right back up with everyone when I walk through the door. Love the program everywhere, but home group is something special.
Glad you had a good time and that the movie was that realistic - makes me want to see it.
Blessings and aloha...
I wonder about the bloggers that come and go as well. I have a huge blogroll but don't see much consistency with when people blog. It is just whenever they feel like it. It's all okay with me. But I think of a few people as being "core" and you are one of them.
I love the "I belong" feeling that I have at my group.
I just barely have time to keep up with fellow bloggers these days. But I like to come find you in the morning....'cause it's home and comfy in Mary World.
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