A rose by any other name...

Is still a rose. And I love me some roses. I have a bunch in bloom again. I picked this one tonight while I was outside taking my laundry off the clothesline. In a few moments, I will put the rose beside the bed, and lay my head down on a clean pillowcase that has dried in the fresh air. There is nothing better. Well, maybe there are a few things better, but this is a pretty good thing.

Tomorrow I shall get up at 3:00 a.m., and drive to meet my running club. I am only doing 10 miles, which sounds like a literal walk in the park. I am looking forward to it. I have done not one mile this week. My foot was swollen from my 19 miler last weekend, plus I have been totally fried on this whole thing. It will be good to get out tomorrow.

I am having a bit of difficulty not getting upset about worldly events. I just had to turn off the news when I heard the latest. I guess I can reiterate the Serenity Prayer and deep down know that no matter what, I will be OK. I always have been. I have been poor before, and it wasn't so bad. Maybe the whole country will be poor, and maybe it will be good for them too. I just wish the politicians who put us in this mess would be getting poor along side us, but they won't. And that kind of rankles.

I don't need to do this tonight. There is a beautiful rose by my bedside, and clean sheets. I am sober, I am healthy, happy, and loved by God and a few of my fellows. It is all good.

"We can believe that God is in His heaven and that He has a purpose for our lives, which will eventually work out as long as we try to live the way we believe He wants us to live. It has been said that we should 'wear the world like a loose garment.' That means that nothing should seriously upset us because we have a deep abiding faith that God will always take care of us. To us that means not to be too upset by the surface wrongness of things, but to feel deeply secure in the fundamental goodness and purpose in the universe." -- Twenty-Four Hours a Day, July 16 Thought for the Day.