A long, long day...

  Awoke to a mess of snow, wind and cold. Tromped out to feed the chickens and nearly fell on my keister, as I was wearing hubby's big rubber fishing boots. lol  They were the only thing tall enough to keep my feet out of the snow !!

  Was up early, had to go to MissB's house early again today. Needed time to make some kind of supper for the Irishman, as he has eaten all the leftovers and had to eat and run tonight. The class is reading and discussing A Sand County Almanac, by Aldo Leopold. SO...I threw together a chicken and rice casserole and tossed that bad boy in the oven. The house smelled so good!  

  Until the power went out. My oven has an electronic igniter on the pilot, so no power=no pilot light= no cooking.  Luckily, it wasn't out terribly long and they had it back on again and I finished cooking the darn thing before  I had to leave. And I had to leave earlier than normal because the roads are a mess.

  I'm always amazed at the difference in road maintenence from one county to the next. I know that our more rural county has less money for these things, and that the state is going broke...but sheesh...

  I'm sitting here with a heating pad on my neck. It was a gift from my friend Joni, one of the most generous women I have ever met. It's a rice filled lovely flannel long tube that you put in the microwave to heat and than drape it over your sore spots. It is AWESOME. Joni is someone that I met online (like many people I know these days) and have adored her since day one. When I finally met her in person, it was complete.  She is kind and wise and compassionate and full of joy. She is thoughtful and caring and wonderful. Twoderful, as she calls it, just one more than wonderful.  lol I know that I can call her anytime and get a sympathetic ear and a kind word and she understands a lot of what I go through. I was blessed by God the day I "met" her online and I will be forever grateful. As I sit here with the heat easing the knots out of my neck, I think of her fondly.  She is the kind of friend I aspire to be...and so often fall short of being.

  Well, I am really tired and so I think I will go to bed. I am reading another Janet Evanovich Stephanie Plum novel...I love this woman's books and laugh all the way through them. This one is called Plum Spooky, and was published in 2008. It starts like this: 

  " Sometimes you get up in the morning and you know it's going to be one of those days. No

 toothpaste left in the tube, no toilet paper on the cardboard roll, hot water cuts out halfway through your shower, and someone's left a monkey on your doorstep."

  Sweet dreams and snowmen....

Thursday...Thor's day?

Oh lordy. I am getting silly with this day thing. Or am I ? *giggle

I had the nicest day today. I am especially grateful for days like this, you know, that fit the bill of the little mantra on the front of my computer:

Nowhere to go

No one to be

Nothing to do.

I made a lovely chicken and rice casserole for supper with some of my home canned green beans on the side, all luscious with onions and garlic and fresh ground black pepper. And I swept some floors. And did a little dishes. Other than that, I just read and was on the computer and took a short walk with Miss Lucy the lab mix. It was nirvana.

Thursday is the women's meeting I attend as well. Tonight it was great as we had 4 newcomers, 3 of whom have had some AA here and there and one was sober almost 8 months before going out to test the waters once again. It was heaven! So for the topic we talked about the first step and read from More about Alcoholism. One had a sponsor before she left and the other wo said they'll be back and where were good meetings the rest of the week? We armed them with Where and When's with all our phone numbers on them, and sent them on their way.

I love fresh meat. :0

I am blessed to watch the hand of AA reaching out over and over again.

I am grateful that it's not always me at the end of that hand. lol

I have to find a speaker for the our monthly potluck in March and I'm having a hard time thinking of who to ask. I'm grateful there's really a large pool of possible suspects.

I blessed to have so many friends, that AA has taught me how to be a friend and a good wife and mother. I'm especially grateful to know that what that little weirdo who grabbed me on my way into my first meeting told me is true: I never have to drink again, if I don't want to.

I'm going to bed...the Sandman is beckoning....

Namaste.