Such an autumn day....

 The Irishman has left for a 3 day backpacking trip...and tonight I will be pulling the big quilt out and getting flannel sheets on the bed. I love this quilt, made by my friend and quilter extraordinaire, Pam. 

  Made a big steak and eggs and potatoes breakfast and sent him on his way. He'll be back Sunday evening sometime. I'm so grateful that he has found a friend he can do this stuff with...we used to be big-time campers and hikers, before I got hurt. Now I cannot do it, and I'm glad Jerry can. (BTW--I cooked some sweet potato in with the red potatoes, all from the garden, and cooked with bell peppers -red,yellow,green- and onion and fresh garlic. I can't tell you how great it is to eat a meal like this (our eggs, of course) and be able to say--I grew these.)

  LIttle Swayze is acclimating, though he's still peeing a lot. sigh...male dogs--this is why my 3 are all females. Speaking of which, Molly McGee is on the loose, out running and playing and being a crazy little dog. She flew by once this morning and then dashed off again.  lol

  I'm off today. I am torn about whether to run into town and then back home again, or just not go at all.  I need to get the tables set up in the garage and start digging sweet potatoes. I got a few the day before yesterday and they are huge.  They need to lay out and harden off a bit before storage. I could wait and let Mr. O'Kelley do it when he gets home, but he'll be knackered and not good for much, I suspect.  So, maybe I'll start the process and he can finish it up next weekend, if I don't get it all done.  I am so glad to be home I can't describe it. lol  My life feels like I am on the run all the time these days. I do need to go to the bank before 5 o'clock, but otherwise, I could probably just stay put. That sounds lovely....

  The weather is gorgeous...70's and bright cloudless skies and sunshine. I am feeling a bit warm, and have opened all the windows and turned on the window fans. Burned some lovely incense, cleaned up the kitchen and am contemplating changing clothes and showering. I put sweats on this morning when I got up at 6...it was quite chilly, around 48 degrees.  Not so much now...lol

  Gonna let my day unfold slowly and all by itself, I think.  Hope your day is as good as mine....

Namaste.

September's last Wednesday

(As you can see, the 45 degree nights have caused me to get the big quilt out!!) Brrrrr...
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Had a lovely stay at home day of rest and relaxation. I did very little--read, computed, cooked. Baked some bread. Baked my sweetie an apple pie (his fave). Made chicken breasts in a creamy dijon and chicken broth glaze for supper, served over jasmine rice with early peas. Went out to an 8 o'clock meeting to meet up with 3 of my sponslings and had a great meeting as well as good fellowship. Stopped at the grocery to buy great northern beans to use in tomorrows white chili and headed on home. So, it was almost 10:30 by the time I got here. It's 12:30 now and I need to get in bed.


One of my sponslings lost her job yesterday. One has a child in trouble. One has a grown child in big trouble. I got a call from one of us who has lost her way, not drinking but isolated and getting angrier by the minute. I am hooking up with her tomorrow night at our meeting and she is coming out here to the house on Saturday. I suspect she is at that jumping off place the BB talks about...I am grateful that I be sober enough to help them by listening to their fears and [sometime] hysterics. To be able to offer some advice because I have been in every one of those places. To realize that I do not regret my past nor wish to shut the door on it...and this is exactly why. To be able to remind them what that book also says...that we CAN stay sober, no matter what happens. Job or no job, wife or no wife. That if we maintain our spiritual equilibrium, the God of our understanding will walk us through anything that comes down the pike.

I got a GREAT email today that said :

I have heard it said: "The death of sobriety is rarely an assassination. It is usually a death by slow starvation. We need to keep feeding our sobriety." Gratitude and formal Meditation is one sure, time honored, practical way to do this.

I thought it spoke volumes.


Gratitude is a gift I choose every day. Life is good...when you know the Steps!


Namaste.