A letter from Nov 22, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Am at the Serenity in the Sierras conference in Oakhurst. The food at this conference is pretty good. The minestrone soup is good, and was last time I was here; it is home made by Bob. The dinner will be rigatoni with toast; I remember that the toast was particularly good. The rigatoni (cooked like spaghetti) will have sauce Bob tells me is loaded with mushrooms. I was late to the conference, and didn’t get dinner. So I ate at the Denny’s and had a triple cheeseburger. It was delicious, but too much food. Here at the conference, I went to a meeting. The topic was the 3rd Step. An Al-Anon guy shared that it always seems that “My will is delightful in the moment, but I feel bad afterwards. Doing God’s will feels bad in the moment, but I feel good afterwards.” He then on to compare eating a triple cheeseburger versus a kale salad. Heh. After the meeting, I told him that last night I had a triple cheeseburger. God sure has a sense of humor. Yesterday, during my walk from the mechanic to Allen’s house, I was struck with gastric distress and had to pause and clamp and stand still until the spasm passed. So I’m walking 50 feet and pausing, over and over again, turning a 25 minute walk into an hour. And God thinks it’s funny to pause me behind a pickup truck with a sticker on it: a picture of the Buddha with the caption “Let that **** go” Thank you, God. Your humor is noted. Heh. By the way, I did NOT **** myself. I’m grateful for that.