I am having breakfast at a diner near the marina. After going to the course in marine electronics last night, I spent the night on the boat. The fog rolled in, creating an eery scene. No lights from the city or big bridge were visible. An occasional fog horn would sound as the cargo ships made their way to port.
I had every intention of leaving on the rising tide early this morning. Instead I slept in and awoke feeling hungry. So here I am at the diner, having coffee and an omelet with grits and pancakes for breakfast. I come here fairly often because it is locally owned, has the morning paper, and friendly servers who seem to enjoy their job and customers.
When I was a kid, there were lots of these places. My father and I would stop in for cheeseburgers and fries. I can't remember having breakfast at the local joints because he fixed the best breakfast around with cured ham, eggs, home made biscuits, and red eye gravy. I marvel that I don't have heart disease from the cooking of my youth.
Sadly, most of these mom and pop places are gone. But there are still a few around if you care to bypass the chain and fast food restaurants. I look for these places of local color when I travel and purposely avoid the plastic cookie cutter ones.
In a few hours I will be leaving on the boat to catch the outgoing tide. I will sail for a few hours until sunset and then go to the anchorage to spend the night. The old Labrador has had her arthritis medicine and is ready for a good walk on the beach. Record temperatures will occur today so it will be the first time to go without shoes.
Regarding the sponsee that I took to an open speaker meeting, he was moved by what he heard. As the HP had it, the speaker was excellent and had 21 years of recovery to share. The birthday celebrant who was there got a 34 year medallion. He said that none of us come to these rooms at the top of our game. No one comes in saying how great their relationship with others is, or how happy they are, or how life is going so well and all we need is a little bit of recovery.
No, most of us come in as a broken shell of a person, emptied of hope. So true. I was glad to have this sponsee hear and see what can happen when one is willing. And the look of hope on the faces of those who picked up a white chip was moving. I left feeling renewed. Surely, we were meant to be there.
Hope that you are enjoying this day. I am going to make the most of it.