Two months ago I stopped blogging. I don’t know why, and don’t care. But everybody who did (does) care…Thank you very much. All’s well and the river didn’t rise, in fact, much is the same as it has been. I am still busy as a bird dog with school as well as still care giving the mother unit. She’s doing great and we (the family) are working on getting her a live-in helper when I am overseas next summer for three months. This is slow going, but I am confident that it will work out. I have friends in the AA community here who do that sort of thing professionally, so I have reached out my hands and have received guidance, etc…I learned that in the rooms.
I presented my PP slide show a couple of weeks ago and it went swimmingly. It was clean, precise, and well spoken, and according to the conference director,one of the better ones. That says something good for my OCD. There were some other cool ones as well, particularly the presentations on Independent Film and the Modern Documentary, Femme Fatales and Film Noir, and the Conversation About Nothing, a la John Barth and Samuel Beckett. I left feeling relieved that it was over and ready for Round Two, which is a panel discussion next Monday night on Citizenship, Globalization, and, and what it means to live in an increasingly shrinking world. I was invited to be on the panel by a history prof of mine. Since I hold a dual citizenship with the EU and the US, I guess my opinion matters.
Next is a Photojournalism workshop at the ESC campus in The Big City that begins in November, as well as my Degree Planning class with my mentor that starts next week.
Yikes! Am I behind the 8-Ball? Maybe I should pick up the phone and find out!
Tonight is my current sponsor’s AA anniversary–14 years. I am meeting up with a few folks for dinner and then a quick drive out to the meeting. I really like this guy and feel that I am maturing when I reveal my ‘self’ to him. He has helped me out a lot and will continue to do so.
It is almost 2008. That freaks me out a little.
I think it’s time for a nap. My brain hurts.
Johnnyboy
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