Mindful Monday

Yesterday I knit a tiny pumpkin hat for my tiny granddaughter. Then, of course, I had to try it on a doll and take it outside for photos - which I texted to my son. He likes the hat. I wonder if he is just indulging his old mother. Because this hat could certainly be the work of an old woman who has gone off the deep end with sentiment for her newest granddaughter. Oh well, so be it. Better to be batty with love than dried up with bitterness.

I went to a wonderful meeting yesterday which sort of shocked me. I decided not to drive across town to my home group but to stay close to home. On Sundays there are a couple of people there who like the sound of their own voices. Yesterday, between the two of them, they might have taken a total of two minutes. Seems one of them has attended some meetings out of town where they have the amazing concept of letting everyone in the room SHARE! Everyone! He mentioned that, and everyone followed suit and kept it brief. It was an awesome meeting.

There are strong winds blowing the golden leaves off the trees. What a wonderful racket all night long as the leaves whirled around on the ground and blew against the house. It is still unseasonably warm, but a warm wind portends snow... soon... snow. I will welcome it. (for a while, before I start complaining about it....)

I must get to work on time this morning, so I better get to it.

I am expecting to have a wonderful sober day today, and I hope you all are too! By the Grace of God...