Sunday Sundries … A Full Heart
It has been a long birthday day. Which began with breakfast with my sister in laws daughter, Hubby’s niece, so I guess that makes her my niece as well ??? Hmmmm.
Later around noon, we hit the theatre for the noon showing of Absolutely Fabulous.
When a long running, successful, small screen television series finishes its run on tv, and had the numbers and a handful of seriously good episodes, sometimes producers figure that a Silver Screen adaptation of said television show is possible.
Sometimes turning a television show into a movie works, and sometimes it doesn’t.
Absolutely Fabulous is a DOESN’T …
If you are going to see a full feature film presentation, then you will be sadly disappointed. If you are going to see the ensemble cast, together again, then you might enjoy this film, along with the assorted cameos, tossed in here and there.
About halfway through the movie, I seriously thought about getting up and going, but since hubby bought the tickets, I sat till the end.
Nuff said …
I had a few hours before my evening event, so we hung out and had a nap, before I had to leave again.
It being the last Sunday of the month, we had a speaker for Step Seven.
Humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings.
Step Seven is the exercise in Humility. Something the world lacks, and is the basis for all the twelve steps.
When I think about Humility, I think of the story I often tell when sharing on this topic.
Not long after I got sick, many years ago, I was working at the bar. I learned many lessons there, about life, myself, others, and survival.
Sadly, In the short term, I did not figure out how to marry these lessons, with my first stint in sobriety. Had I made that connection, and remained, in a few weeks, I would have celebrated 22 years sober. Alas, I did not make it.
So, back to my story …
On certain Saturday night, the bar is packed, and it is late in the night.
I walk into the bathroom and a toilet is overflowing with piss and shit, with water all over the floor. I run up to my boss an start bitching about the pig men in the bar and that they stopped up a toilet, again…
He was like, Go Clean the Toilet and Stop Your Bitching !!!
Being the only “bar back – cleaner” cleaning up messes was my job.
I pull on my rubber gloves and fish out a plastic cup that is shoved into the toilet backwards, that had blocked up the toilet, and none of the guests, saw fit to NOT put that cup in the toilet. They did it on purpose.
I do the job … Not at all happy … But I learned a valuable lesson or two.
If I need a lesson in Humility or Being Right Sized, All I need is to think about that toilet.
The other lesson was more personal.
When you got AIDS, (had you back then), the stages usually went from, healthy human, into sick human, into incontinence, and having to wear diapers, when you went out in public.
Several of my friends lost their ability to remain dry and continent.
The lesson was this … If you learned how to clean up someone else’s shit, if you ever got that sick, in the end, and were in a diaper, I would know how to clean up after myself.
Gratefully, I never got that sick, ever …
Lesson Learned …
It was a great day. We had cake, and guests from my original Home Group on Miami Beach, who know my friends, who still live there, and hit that meeting, the SOBE 10.