Rain and then sun

It rained most of the night. I put the screens in the companionway entrance to keep the mosquitoes out. The salt marsh mosquitoes here are voracious. I had a dreamless sleep, awakening to the rain pelting on the hatches of the boat.

This morning, I sat on deck to have coffee and watch the rain come down. It is peaceful and quiet at this marina--no loud music, no parties , no drunks wandering the docks. Nothing like what must be going on back at home where more than 300 boats have come in for Race Week.

When the rain stopped and the skies cleared, I walked a little over a mile to where the roundup will be. The walk along the bike bath was scenic as it wound through maritime forest. Oak trees, palmettos, cedars and myrtle bushes lined the path. In one area, there were about twenty bird houses hanging from trees and a face made of shells and plant materials was on another tree. Island eclectic that is so neat.

I registered at the meeting place, picked up my packet, and signed the two Big Books that will be given away to the person with the most time sober and the person with the least. The sobriety countdown never ceases to bring tears to my eyes.

Tonight is the first speaker followed by a late night mini-meeting. I am looking forward to attending everything through Saturday evening. This is my favorite recovery conference because it is so low-key. But it has good circuit speakers, friendly attendees, a nice cookout, and is close enough for me to walk from the boat to the meeting.

I hope that you are having a good day. Mine has been fine in the truest sense of the word.