The scene of my crime...

This is where it happened. Right outside the Y, February 1, '06.
Today is court day. I gotta get ready to be there by nine. The first day I worked out at the Y, I came out at 3:57, turned my ankle, limped around the corner to my car and saw the meter maid waiting. "Here I am!" I yelled. "I just turned my ankle and can't run--but that's my car and here I am!" I was close enough that I could see her finger move and hear the click................"All you have to do is go to court and tell them you were coming out when I gave you the ticket," she said, smugly tucking her ticket writer back in its case. Dang her, I thought--getting her quota. She didn't have to do that.
But I refuse to give her power over my emotions today. I'll go and state my case and show my ticket reading '4:01pm,' quote the meter maid and see what happens. But whatever happens, the meter maid will not be victorious over my day.
Today I am grateful:

• that I look to my Higher Power and not to the meter maid for direction today
• that last night I got coaching on my up-coming trip to visit my son in SC--I'm still drawn to enable him by 'helping' him financially but I choose not to do that. Enabling him keeps him from becoming a fully-integrated, self respecting and contributing human being. He knows which buttons to push--but I have the help and guidance I need from my Higher Power and my Al-Anon friends--all of whom have volunteered their support (and that includes my Higher Power)
• for the blooming red-bud tree outside my house
• that with the tools of the 12 Step Program I can change my attitude
• that I remembered to put my current auto insurance card in my bill fold this morning--real grateful for that