The Big Night Wrap Up

Out with the old and in with the new …

It was a great day. Whenever I get to spend time with my best friend, is a good day, since we don’t see a whole lot of each other because of school and work. Raf drove up mid-afternoon from Ottawa and we did some shopping. The weather was not cooperating, so we tried to stay indoors as much as possible.

Not to mention it gets dark at 4 p.m. in the afternoon.

We bought some gift for family, had some lunch. And came back here to hang out with hubby, to pass the time. I got the first copy of this years Christmas Card, and the most coveted item in sobriety … The hallowed “I Drank At Dr. Bob’s coffee mug.” Locally, there were only two in existence this far North, from Akron Ohio. I had one, but it got shattered on the Lionel Groulx Metro Platform some time ago. The only other Dr. Bob mug was sitting in Rafa’s cupboard, in Ottawa. He gifted me that mug on Friday.

It rained all night. We left home around 6 for the Plateau to park near the church. We walked down Laurier to Starbuck’s. A handful of friends were there already having coffee before the meeting. Talking and doing some step work. My other Bestie Egyptian Joe and his wife Miss. Pina were there, so we visited for a bit, catching up on holiday festivities.

We sat a nominal crowd, not a full house as usual, which was kind of strange. But people won’t come out when it rains, or when it snows. It was the annual Anniversary/Christmas soiree, with a guest speaker.

This was the second speaker to cross my path this week. The first being at St. Matthias on Thursday night. At the end of the meeting I got my 17 year chip from Rafa. And he said, and I quote …

“My best friend called me weird tonight. He elaborated, on the way home. He said, that I don’t shy away from digging for truth, when it is uncomfortable. That if something isn’t working I go find something else that does. That I don’t behave better than anyone else, and that I will ask people in sobriety to help me, even if they are less sober than I am. Because everyone has experience, who has read the book with “their” sponsors. I seek wisdom in quiet ways. I don’t lead with my ego or an attitude. I treat everybody with respect, and I am kind. I don’t follow cookie cutter – the same ole thing, day in and day out. I walk into change and I seek out new ideas when most people won’t. I’m not a “regular” sober person.”

The depth and wisdom I have at this stage of the game, came from everybody who is near me. Thank you to all you young people who keep me honest and give me something to do and someplace to be on a weekly basis. I would not be who I am without all of you.

Let’s get on with Christmas already.

However, a little snow on the ground would be a nice addition.

July 31st … 2018

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I got up this morning with a plan. I jumped in the shower and got dressed and headed downstairs to go visit my friend Dee at her beauty salon, just up the block from home.

I figured that if I stayed home, I would have just gone back to bed and spent the day sleeping, (which, I did not).

She had a client so I hung about and drank my cup of coffee, until she finished and we went and stood outside under the trees for a bit, until her next client arrived. I got a bunch of texts from people spread all over the world, and from Megan, Rafa’s soon to be fiancée … And his mom in Brazil.

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I got a book, from my best friend in the post this afternoon. The 12 Rules for Life by Jordan B. Peterson. He’s a thinker and he is a shit stirrer too. Professor Peterson is a lightening rod for sure. But Rafa likes him and thought to send me a birthday present and introduce the book into our Sober Circle Reading List.

I Instagrammed a photo of the book, and one of my friends, here in town is reading the book right now. There are three people I know reading it. Rafa, Jonathan and then me. But before I can read this book, I have to finish Guns, Germs and Steel by Derek Diamond.

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After a bit of lunch my Elder Best Friend Spencer called from Utah. He is studying at Brigham Young University. He plays the banjo. He sang me the Birthday Song playing his banjo. I saw this clip art on Twitter the other night and sent it to  him.

The photo at the top of the post is of Elder Spencer, (on the right) his best friend Elder John (in the middle) and a fellow Elder, I do not know. They are at the Salt Lake Temple.

Lots of people sent me wishes on Face Book. My young friend Noah, turned 18 today as well. He is the son of one of my Mentor friends in London Ontario. I have watched Noah, his brother Zach and his sister Dahlia grow up. Zach is the youngest of the three young adults now. We celebrated his birthday with his mom on Face Book.

We will have a simple dinner and call it a night.

Thanks everybody.