Went to another morning AA meeting. Wanda had called me and asked me to go with her. It was in a town with meetings I had never attended. The Episcopal Church loomed large in my windshield as we pulled into the parking lot. I had to ask a few passersby what room the meeting was in.
Inside the church smelled of burning candles and floral arrangements. I grabbed Wanda's hand as we found the room and sat down. Soon "Everybody ready for a meeting?" rang out in the fellowship hall.
Wanda was excited and giddy today. She kept telling me how good it was to be sober. I responded by telling her my excitement as well. To take joy out of life and to not have to have a drink to do it is amazing.
We left and I drove Wanda back to her dilapidated single-wide trailer home. Wanda's three big dogs jubilantly wagging their tails at her arrival. I realized how a lot alike me and Wanda are -- two dysfunctional souls whose lives hung on their dogs lives as we try to stay sober. Two souls taking it one day at a time if only by the grace of God.