Red Suit

April fools day, did my baking early so I could go to the lecture at C.C.R.I. I arrived early ,too early. Took my seat so I could face the speaker. A tall women with a red suit on was chatting with some other women up front. Could this be the speaker? She was telling them she Welsh, but had never been there. I'm reading Richard Burton story, nice to see what one looks like, and if she is our speaker will be nice to hear one speak. Next she tells these lady she eighty two um........She didn't look it, and those shoes she had on were hot. Ankles like a race horse. Forty two years sober this mouths to bout. I was indeed overdue on my supple of wisdom from a power greater than myself. She spoke of values, taking.responsibility for our own actions, When she mention laziness I thought first of not cleaning up after oneself, no ,no, that's not it. Remember when they talk of being honest, and not cash register type, but with oneself. Then this laziness is picking up the tool box of sobriety,when you would rather pick up your drug of chose, which is a lot lighter. How well I remember my laziness. I cleaned my house so I could sit in my self-pity in style. The phone handy by my side to call and share it with whoever would partake. Yea ,I remember it well. Twenty years sober, and this lady takes me ,not ,back to yesterdays blues, but to todays heavy tool box, that has gotten a little dust on it. Over the years a speaker comes along right in the nit of time to save my ass, why my dairies was in that seat today, is part of the mystery I'm not going to question, God grace today wore a red suit and hot shoes.

April fool,

Yours Always,

God

Copyright; Ruth Mahoney Apr-89