Month: October 2006

I woke up this morning at 7AM knowing that actually it was 8AM and feeling dumb for the habit. Still it meant I was able to jump into my day early and work on some schoolwork. So I noodled around in the morning, typing this, typing that, and then I snacked around 11-ish, and then I wrote some emails, and then I went back into the kitchen. Boring day, really. Then I looked out the kitchen window and spied the cat that is living in the brush near the barn. It is fully grown, black with white gloves and boots, and I think chest. Very pretty shorthair, and very skittish. I thought that it should have some food, so I went outside and called ‘kitty-kitty’, at which point it sauntered into the protective underbrush. Still, I left it some food in a dish.

I am worried about the poor thing spending the winter outside. I want to save it, adopt it, give it a home. I think it was once a housecat, but has gone astray. I will try what I can. At least it can take refuge in the barn if the weather turns too ugly. Sweetie Pie knows all about it, too. She’s not too keen on the idea, and tends to run away if it comes near.

This morning there were flurries of snow on nearby Winchell Mountain, and the smallest of flakes here, for about 2 minutes. Winter is coming. Oh, kitty-cat, stay warm and safe in the barn!

Johnnyboy

So, here’s a switch…two posts in one day. This morning’s was a bit hazy and jet lagged, but this one is sharper, after some grocery shopping and a bit of a kip during lunch. I am speaking tonight in Limerock, so I thought it would be best to have a little lie down first so I don’t fall asleep during my qualification.

My new AA friend Ian the Younger (as opposed to Ian the Elder, his sponsor), from Norwich offered some precise insight into the function of conventions, and AA conventions at that. He said that he views these events in much the same way that the medieval pilgrim viewed a spiritual pilgrimage. Some necessary factors must be in place for the convention/pilgrimage to take place. The Pilgrim must leave the surroundings of his comfortable and familiar life, travel to a distant, unfamiliar place and meet people that he does not know. The great thing, though, is that all of these other people have made a commitment to embark on a similar or identical journey, so the feelings of nervousness and trepidation on the part of the novice pilgrim turn out to be unfounded.

Everyone attends the convention for the same reason, whether to discuss washing machines or the importance of a Higher Power and how to help the next alcoholic. They leave with a sense of purpose and an acknowledgment of who has given aid, and in my case, a desire to repeat the experience as well.

As the same pilgrimage becomes a familiar route, the experience becomes deeper for the more seasoned pilgrim and the chances of lending a helping hand to the novice become more relevant.

I love it.

Johnnyboy