for the birds

Last couple of days theres been a mocking bird on the top of what probably used to be a telephone pole. Mockingbirds mimic calls of other birds. So it sits atop this pole and does call after call never sounding the same twice in a row. Wonder if it has its own voice?

So this morning on a drive up state for a meeting I found myself thinking about the mocking bird. But I was more of a chameleon before Alanon, changing into whatever the latest charming, exciting badboy wanted me to be for him. And like the mcking bird I didn't really have a voice of my own.

Last evenings bike ride just a wimpy 6 miles. It was only my first time out and I shall get out there more often and go further. I cannot imagine marathons like Mary Christine--she is amazing what she can do.

Tonight we can have dinner here and open AA. I have missed being here for the last 2 Fridays. And tomorrow nite is birthday bowling--wonder if I'll break 70 this time? Its good fun and felowship.

Tomorrow morning there is a memorial service for longtimer Dale who died sober after surgery last Friday. I've known him pretty much since I came to WV, we both loved blues and enjoyed a Johnnie Johnson concert here in Fairmont where Johnnie was born and raised up. Dale was arrogant and he was always annoyingly talking about sex but he was a faithful AA who touched many lives. I'll miss seeing him. Hear tell of a big meeting in the sky--he's there if there is one...