THOUGHTS TOO

 THOUGHTS TOO

MORE THOUGHTS--AND LOVE!

Tonight, Wednesday, was another choir rehearsal at St Ann catholic church. One day ( maybe tomorrow?) I'll blog about this choir, my part in it, and what the heck am I doing there?

Thursday morning after my usual morning meetings, I am meeting with a sponsee for breakfast before he leaves for Chicago.  We will have a long-overdue talk.


Tomorrow night is the "cookie" meeting.  Polly will feed about 150 peeps her special chocolate chip cookies.  That's 148 people plus me, equals 150 --grin! (A family member just might be there at the meeting--that would be a beautiful personal moment ..that means 151 peeps for cookies!)

It has not snowed here in Naples yet, and probably will not this week--or this year!

Spent $4,000 on a deep well and submersible pump, to water the grass and bushes around the house.  I would be less concerned if it was not ME mowing the grass.  Also I would rather have dead grass in winter and $4,000 in my pocket.

It is very late (what else is new?) and I have a "real bad" joke to post, but I saved you from reading that today! Bring on the AWARDS for Prudence. NO!  WAIT! DON'T! PLEASE! DELETE!

It has been my observation there are a number of romantic-type love poems being bandied about the blogs, so I wanted to contribute--as unmanly as this might seem.  
 
The following has not a direct link with the program of AA, but here goes anyway. One of my favorite writers of pure love, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, writes this to you, my Peeps:

"If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say,
"I love her for her smile - her look - her way
Of speaking gently - for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and brings
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day." -

For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee
- and love, so wrought
May be unwrought so.

Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry -
A creature might forget to weep who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may love on, through love's eternity.

Peeps I cannot write after that, nor talk, nor think!
But I can wish you LOVE
I also may wish you PEACE!
And when sober day merges into sober night,
We will have stayed sober one more DAY!

--Elizabeth Barrett browning