A woman with 30 years of sobriety said in a meeting last night, “I can’t remember what I was like when I came in…”
It got me thinking…What was I like this time last year? So into the archives of my Word documents I went….Here’s one from almost exactly a year ago. (I’ve replaced my dog’s name with “Rover” for anonymity’s sake…she’s very private.)
June 28, 2013
Slept in till 8. Finally getting over this sickness. Decided that Mom and I should paint my room. (Something we have been talking about for 6 months.) For some reason, today we sprang into action. We were really gettin ‘er done, when Rover started giving me that look. We ran down to the park and I did sprints as she tried to herd me with all her mighty shepherd instinct. Then she left a nice poop on the field and as always I cringed and pretended to have a plastic bag. It started drizzling a little and we lay down (away from the poop) on the field as she gnawed on her leash and I wondered how long I had before my allergy to grass made me uncomfortable. I was sitting in the same spot where, a few mornings before, I had found a turtle. Being helpful, I had picked the thing up and carried it all the way across the filed back to the pond. Here ya go, little buddy, (as I put it on the bank). Avett scared the bejesus out of the reptile, and it practically flew into the murky water. Suddenly I started panicking, was that a turtle? what if it was a tortoise? Can tortoises swim?!? I considered going to the building where the town workers have their base but played out the silliness in my head. “Hey I think I just drowned a tortoise but I’m hoping it was a turtle.” Mom told me later that it was a turtle, but it was on land trying to lay eggs. Sorry dude.
So it isn’t poignant, but it sure made me laugh.