Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Someone To Watch Over Me
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking. ~Jean Cocteau
Day 229 of Sobriety
Barbara saw her first and pointed her out to me, at first I didn't recognize her and then I noticed her halo and wings and knew that I knew her.
Barbara wanted her for her own but she wavered for just a minute too long and I stole her out from under her nose. Don't you hate friends that do that? Lo siento, Babs, but she belongs to me.
My poor Guardian Angel, I've certainly given her a run for her money. She must be plumb tuckered out from swooping down to keep me from falling off leaky old boats or wobbly old docks, or from sitting on a bar stool cringing while I regaled the crowd with another dirty joke or from holding my hand during the long nights of withdrawal.
So now she hangs at the side of my bed looking down at me and looking....bored. Too bad!
Hey! What does that say about my sex life? Ja Ja Ja!