Made it.

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The meeting.  Was given reminders.  A recorder, no a musical instrument, but the minutes keeper, was needed.  So it was, I can do that.  And did do that.  

There were several gents I hadn't seen in a bit.  Most welcoming, one not.  I'm... not there for him, or even the welcoming.  I am there to be a party to those who act charitably.  Though, to be in good company is a part of that.  So, having one turd is always something.  But, that's... his problem.  They are fishing for any reason to disallow me.  If they had something, definitely disqualifying, they would use it.

Being snoopy isn't enough.  Even if they don't like what they see, they can't seemingly remove me for it.  But they want to.  Some of them.  There is a whole group of them, if only one or two shows up at any given time.  These are often the worst of the worst.  Dress rightly, behave correctly, but hate those who tell it like it is.  You can't watch for them, but often they will give themselves away.  Always looking for a way, legal or not, to stab you in the back.  They are the evil they suggest they are.  Judas never left the church.  He's running some small portion of it, still getting his pieces of silver for it.

As they were told then, they are told today.

Still, all good.  I am to take minutes, then transfer them to a book.  Meant to get that going tonight, but didn't get the book.  I will keep the notes from being buried, and contact the big chief.  We'll get it all going and right.  While taking notes, I am trying to make sense the meetings, and goings on.  Who does what, who needs what, and how I can help.  It's not fancy, for my part, just... trying to understand.

Not to climb any ladder, or make a name, just to see how I may serve.  In the better ways of that idea.  I am not in it for me.  I am in it to do something outside of me.  Though, the idea of being out, and doing more, is a whole other thing.  There are advantages to it.  Just going to the meetings is a good thing.  Unwelcome as I am, by some.

It's getting cold.  The house is down to 70 pretty much everywhere.  If I were going to stay awake for a while longer, I'd turn the furnace up.  It's 45 out there.  I could see it snowing, if precep keeps up.  I will leave the furnace at 68.  If it's 68 in the morning, I'll warm it up for a bit.  Sheesh.  Warm, the cold, hot, then frigid.  It's... a fun game anyway.

My body is hurting, in odd ways, as it changes with weight loss.  Well, and I have to remember to take the water pills even so.  If I don't the water fills back into open spaces being created by fat loss.  But parts don't fit, as they used to fit, so the jigsaw puzzling of pieces and parts that is taking place hurts, sometimes it is excruciating.  

Strangely?  While I want it to get over, as soon as possible.  I am still grateful for the pain.  It... allows... a form of compassion.  Even for myself.  But certainly for others.  And... it teaches me humility.  I... have admitted that humility is not something I am good at.  Pain... doesn't leave me a choice.  Especially when I must press on into it.

Plus, it gives me something to offer for those in purgatory.  Seriously, don't forget to add them in your prayers.  You... may understand why before you are done.  Imagine having to walk through fire in order to be with God, for some unknowable length of time?  You... could choose not to go?  I couldn't, but maybe some will?  But... that... is your choice there.  Oh, and don't think it won't hurt.  I was "next in line" close, and it hurt me even from that distance.  Oh my Lord, you have no idea.  Pray for them, that they get to go, and that they will go.  Oh, but... do pray.

A Jimmy Johns' sandwich.  Two, actually, a sixteen incher.  But I am only eating half.  Not, carnivore, strictly.  But I am hungry, and have nothing.  I need to get chicken out thawing.  Will... try to remember tonight.

I also need to check on the diosecan website.  To look for a child safety program and protocol.  While certifying, they do a background check.  Invasive, but... for some things it is just better.  As I said, I avoid kids like the plague.  Will, to some degree, avoid my own children if I have them.  At least until they can speak without crying, pooping their pants, or whatnot.  Some interaction, but... limited.  Initially.

Even most twenty somethings.  Now, if considering a 30'ish old woman for a wife puts me on some list?  If I can do it?  Sign me up, and kick me out.

Well... on with something.  A bit of gaming, then on to bed.  Early?  We'll see.  Good night, possibly.