Perhaps it is the alcoholic in me who found this to be Bill Wilson's story through the eyes of Lois. I was hoping to see more of Lois' story. Perhaps this is my perspective though...
Day two of my vacation was very good. I tried to walk 6 miles, but didn't have the patience for it, so I ran 3 of it. So walk 3/ run 3. It is hard to walk long distances.
Then I met my friend and her mother and father at my Alma Mater to go to mass at 11 a.m. It was lovely. I had never met her parents before. They are from Ireland. I walked around the campus and took photos after mass. (but still used a cell phone photo taken on my run this morning for this post.)
Today is my eldest brother's 72nd birthday. Yikes. I called him to wish him a happy birthday. Then I decided to call my second eldest brother. Then my youngest brother (who is 10 years older than me). Then my sister (7 years older than me). A couple of hours later, I had spoken to everyone in my family of origin. What a wonderful thing.
I am gratefully connected to several different kinds of families. My family family. My AA family. My work family. My church family. My neighborhood family. I am sure I could increase the list. I am so grateful to be considered a part of any of these.
And now it is snowing. I am acclimating to the life of a person who does not have to get up early in the morning.... look at me, up at 11 p.m.! Crazy! Tomorrow I do not have to drive through the late April snow to get to work! Yippee!