The rain abated this morning just before moving into our county. I was talking to Clara about it.
"I would have hung out down at Krystal's," she told me. "I hate the fucking rain, though."
"I'm going to an AA meeting tonight. You want to go?" I then asked her.
She threw back her head and laughed.
"You trying to say I am an alcoholic?"
She caught me in an awkward moment. That's the trouble with mentioning AA.
"You do drink a lot," I replied.
Clara pulled out her bottle of wine to take a drink and to show it to me.
"See this?" she said pointing to the bottle. "This is how I deal with being homeless. It gets me through the day. I would be bored fucking crazy without it."
I actually understood. I don't begrudge her one joy in life. I drank extremely heavily when I was homeless. It does pass the time and makes what would normally be a long and listless day fly by.
"The offer stands if you want some coffee and want someone to talk to," I told her getting up to leave.
Clara didn't respond and sat drinking her wine. I think I made an impact though. I put my foot in the door. Hopefully, she will open it.
I am nervous as hell about going to AA tonight. I haven't been in so long and know everyone will think I have been out getting drunk. It will be good to see Wanda and William, though, my old friends of many AA meetings. I have just felt shaky and lonely and need the comfort of the group again. Wish me luck!