I’ve been thinking of going to AA again. The AA meeting hall is a quarter of a mile from my house and a 15 minute walk. If it weren’t for the dollar donation at the end of the meeting, I would probably already be going again. I have purely selfish motives. I want to stay sober and I want to meet like minded friends – friends above anything and all. I realize George is not a very healthy friend to have when you are trying to be a teetotaler, but he is the only friend I have.
My weather station reads 17 degrees right now. Cold! They bumped up our chances of snow from 50 percent to 60 percent Thursday night. It is only going to get colder if we have snowpack on the ground. Dad last night was thrilled that I knew it was the coldest it’s been since 1899. We are such weather geeks.
Today I have to get my haircut. I am already nervous. Those of you that have read me for years know that I have a phobia about getting my hair cut by a stranger or most anybody. Charlie usually cuts my hair, but I wanted it done professionally this time, and mom’s hairdresser is wonderful. I want to look nice and neat.