I expanded my horizons last night. Friday I attended a meeting and survived an hour on a hard metal chair. Since getting my new hip, I’d been missing my Sunday night meeting. If I could sit on a hard chair, perhaps I could survive over an hour on a semi padded chair.
“They won’t remember me,” I told G as we headed out into the dark.
“I’ve been telling you, they ask about you every week,” he replied laughing.
And sure enough, there were lots of folks welcoming me back. Lovely people. One even from my first days here. Another greeted me as a newcomer and asked when I got sober. I told her…laughing.
Smiling everywhere with a giant grin.
Only when the meeting was about to begin did I become aware that I’d forgotten to put my partial in my mouth. Two teeth from the right side were waiting for me next to my living room chair. There I was grinning like a fool with a nice, fat, gap in my teeth. That sure brought me down to earth and kept me humble all evening long. Laughing at myself too.