This morning, Carole graciously agreed to go to another Quaker meeting with me. We went to one several years ago – more than five years ago, though the years fly by. The local meeting is “unprogramed,” and I honestly don’t know tons about Quakers, but what I know, I like.
The first time we went, no one said anything at all the entire time. Carole and the friend we attended with (a regular friend, not a Friend friend) hated it. I thought it was OK. This time, better prepared for the silence, Carole didn’t hate it as much, though she did pronounce herself done with it. I want to learn more about it. A religion I can really live with would be a wonderful thing.
After that we picked up our son Nicholas, who lives to buildings down the street from the Quaker meeting house. We took him to lunch and now I can worry about him. All seems well or OK, but I don’t know. He may actually have gotten health insurance which went in effect the first of September. Maybe, probably. That, sadly, is a very happy occasion in the US these days.
After that, some very sad news about a friend in the program who continues to struggle and to drink. I believe the term the Big Book uses is “heart-breaking riddle.”