Walk the Line …

Courtesy: Splitminded

It is a brisk (-7c) out. The snow never came and more may be in the mix for later on in the week. It got progressively colder as the day waned on.

The weekend was uneventful, and Quebec City came through and our financial aide came over the weekend. All the bills got paid and the rent and my tuition for the winter term that begins on the 18th.

It was an early call this morning because I had to go to the clinic to drop labs and one of my friends was going the same direction (to the clinic) to drop his labs, we got to go by car, which made it an “In and Out” visit. It took all of 20 minutes from door to door – which gave me plenty of time to go back to bed for a disco nap before setting out this evening.

It was a usual Tuesday night. People came early to read. And one of our members, I found out tonight, that she’s only lived here for a few months and we chatted about history and what Montreal was like hundreds of years ago. She asked me to take her on a personal tour of the city from my point of view. That should be good fun. I don’t know if I want to do all that walking in the cold.

And yes, they say that “no self respecting Canadian would complain about the cold!”  A really good tour of the history of this city is better in the summer when the sun is high and the skies are blue. Because you start in Old Montreal and end up on the mountain and the Oratory. I thought to give her a book that was passed on to me by my great aunt about Mere D’Youville. One of the first saints of Montreal.

We sat the circle and a good number of side seats. We read from the back of the 4th edition of the Big Book, a story called “Listening to the Wind” about a native woman who gets sober after a long and arduous battle with addiction.

The shares went almost all the way around the room, but we ended short because we had two cakes tonight. One a nine year and the second a 22 year.

A good time was had by all.

Not much else is going on. So maybe more will come later.