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What Do I Love?
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"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

What do I love?

- I love Michael and Bailey.
- I love the area I live in.
- I love the apartment we are renting.
- I love cottage cheese.
- I love pasta - yes, I know it is not good for me.
- I LOVE pizza.
- I love reading books.
- I love listening to music
- I love my sister, the Amazing Mz. M
- I love Lady C
- I love the Marvelous Mz. M
- I love my Al-Anon family
- I love my Harley

I am not sure how these loves define me. At first glance I would say I am a solitary person. I like to do things by myself or with a select few. I know I am not necessarily an introvert because I do get out to do things but I am not an extrovert either. Can one be both of these things?

I did make my meeting last night thanks to a ride with a friend.

Michael and our house guest went to her son's Friday night high school football game.

Because of all of the upheaval to do with the water heater, our bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it. And, since we did not take the time later in the day to straighten up, Michael and I ended up sleeping in our respective futons.

I was surprised that I slept fairly well. Sometime during the night, Michael must have opened the window by me because when I woke up it was wide open. I closed it down some but left it enough open to have some fresh air coming in. This was certainly different.

Bailey, confused by the new sleeping arrangements slept on my feet. He kept them quite warm I must say. Later in the morning he became a pest to get me up to feed him. I must remind Michael to trim his claws. Those little claws are feeling very sharp.

I did read in bed - so to speak - since I am nearing the last pages of my book. I want to finish it today. Yea, then I can begin another book!

I was really glad I went to my meeting though I would have loved to go to the football game. Michael aid he would have had more fun if I had been there. Apparently the hometown team, 0-6 is now 0-7. They played one of the better playing teams in our area so it seems it was a forgone conclusion the ending of the game. I still do not know what the score was. Oooh, I just checked it out online and the score was 52 to 8. This is not good but our house guest was happy to be there to see her son play football and son knew his mother was in the stands.

Well, I stepped up to the plate last night and volunteered to open the meeting room and be secretary to the meeting for the next three months. I feel I am ready and it gives me a good reason not to miss any meetings. I do have a back to cover for me if for some reason I couldn't make it to open up. It seems that I, now, have the only key. Plus, I do not have to wait until everyone leaves to lock up. The last one out the door is the one who locks up.

I hope I have not bitten off more than I can chew. However, I have gone to most of the meetings from when I started earlier in the year. I have been signing up to lead a meeting every three months and my third time will be in December. So, this seems a logical conclusion. I was assured if for any reason I needed help someone would be there for me. This is nice to know.

I can't believe it, it is 12:16 p.m. and the house is still quiet. I love this. I guess I should go wake up Michael. I don't know what time he went to sleep. I, myself, was quite tired by the day's doings.

Today is a walking day and I really should have gone first thing when I go up. Instead I came in here to write.

All I did for my art project was to get my drawing paper and colored pencils. Today, I can give that a go and see what I come up with. I must not be afraid of not being perfect. One, because I am not Miss Perfect; I am me and that is good enough.

I did sketch out the butterfly. It looks a little lopsided but hey, I never said I was a perfect artist. "Now did I Miss Perfect?"

"Hmm ruggle muggle smuf gtta."

"What's that you say?"


mz. em

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