Saturday Morning

This is a photo of a tulip, taken without flash, this morning. Mary Christine is out in her garden in her pajamas, in the dark, again. Oh dear. Oh the indignities of the life of a blogger. There were other photos of tulips, after I had put on the flash, but they looked sad and overexposed... probably the more appropriate metaphor for the life of a blogger. Too close for comfort maybe.

Last night I drove across town to my old home group to meet some friends for a meeting and dinner. I cannot tell you how it restored my soul. My friend S. was shocked when his wife and I reminisced about his first AA birthday, 23 years ago. She was not yet his wife, and I was not much of a friend at that point. And yet we could both recall details about that day. His jaw literally dropped when I said, out of nowhere, "August 15, 1986, that's your sobriety date." I remember these things. My friends. They are as much a part of me as my arms and my legs.

This morning I am heading out with my running group. I am looking forward to it. And glad that I am liking it. It was a last ditch attempt to get myself motivated and it appears to have worked, at least for now. I am on track for an early summer half-marathon and hopefully a fall marathon.

I am concerned that I will not be able to do my annual triathlon due to this shoulder injury. My ortho appointment is on May 3. I can only do a slow breast stroke at the present time. I still have hope that I can do a triathlon by August.

And that is all I have this morning.

And remember: "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." Hebrews 13:2