Dad was worried today that I insist on doing the hospital bed deliveries alone. The bed parts are heavy, but I would rather do it by myself.
"I don't want a third wheel," I told him. "Somebody to be under my heels."
"Have it your way," he replied, patting me on my back.
I still enjoy work for the most part although a large part of my wages are going to pay Helen's Friday cleaning and cooking. I already have a meal planned for Helen: meatloaf (my favorite), creamed potatoes, english peas, and biscuits. I can taste it now and can't wait.
This morning was my daily AA meeting. It was a small group of wise members with a lot of sobriety and I got a lot out of it. I sometimes have to remind myself that Alcohol is dangerous to someone like me and today's meeting did that. A man spoke of having several years sobriety and "going back out" as they like to say in AA. Lest I ever forget my humble experiences of homelessness and drunkenness of several years ago.