It is Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras, and I cannot make pancakes. I end up with scrambled dough or burned pans. And my housemate is not going to be flipping cinnamon and honey pancakes because Una has a burst cyst in her lower leg and has gone off to the doctor while I sit here chewing my nails and worrying. She is supposed to go off on her sea cruise on Thursday and can scarcely walk. Damn, damn, damn.
A friend has alerted me to the AA historical library of Mitchell K and I sat up last night reading about Dr Bob’s last drink. He was over-confident in his fledgling sobriety and decided to go to a medical conference in Atlantic City. He boarded the train from Ohio and went on a spectacular five-day bender, not ever getting to the conference, and ending with a black-out that lasted more than 24 hours. (I once passed out on a Monday afternoon and came to my senses again on Wednesday morning and if you have never experienced that kind of chronological whoopsy, it is quite a disconcerting feeling.) Anyhow, Dr Bob was kept at home and tapered off alcohol and detoxed with a mix of sauerkraut, tomato juice and Karo syrup. Three days later he had to carry out a medical operation and his hands were still shaking, so BillW gave him a beer before he went into the op. That was his last drink ever. No comfy rehabs or smart drugs and I bet the taste of sauerkraut and syrup stayed with him for many years!
I am wondering if I should go to the small Anglican church tomorrow for the Ash Wednesday service. My mind and temperament are inclined to agnosticism in the Christian sense but my Unconscious is liturgical. I would rather go to the Catholic church up on the hill but they are desperate for new faces for bingo and will fall on me as if I was the prodigal child and begin saying novenas for me and I shall be visited by the terrible army of the Catholic Women’s League with their holy cards and clicking rosaries and sharp-eyed curiosity. A little overwhelming. Una adores the Catholic church and tried to convert until the priest gently told her she doesnt believe anything the church teaches. Una is pro-choice for women, hands out contraceptives all over the place, has no time for popes, supports the ordination of women and thinks the bread and wine stays bread and wine. But she was very upset that she could not go along to Mass and sing Panis angelicus and Ubi Caritas and line up for comunion with everyone else. Very funny.
Let me go and wash dishes and say some prayers for Una’s health.