Day 1008: From the top

From the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, I hope you enjoy today’s blog post.

From the Top is a radio show I’ve been listening to for years, which features young classical musicians performing and being interviewed in front of a  studio audience.

I was at the taping of From the Top at New England Conservatory of Music‘s Jordan Hall in Boston, yesterday.

From the top to the bottom of the following list, I’m going to tell you some things about all that:

  • The last time I was at Jordan Hall, I was onstage singing Antonin Dvorák‘s Requiem as a soprano in the Dedham Choral Society.
  • Before the radio show/concert began yesterday, somebody on stage told us not to turn off our cell phones.
  • They gave away t-shirts to three people who used their cell phones to email a request for one, but I wasn’t one of them.
  • After the t-shirt give-away, we all had to turn off our cellphones, so I have no photos of the actual radio show/concert.
  • I was sitting in the front row, so I got some close-up-and-personal photos before and after the show.
  • The person sitting next to me in the front row told me that George Li, the special guest yesterday, was in the same middle school class as his daughter, in Lexington, Massachusetts.
  • Besides the amazing George Li,  whose incredible piano skills recently got him second place in the XV International Tchaikovsky Competition, other young people appearing yesterday included a 9-year-old girl, Harmony Zhu, who’s been on the Ellen DeGeneres  Show and who is already a master at piano AND chess.

From the top, here are about 50 photos I took yesterday, in chronological order:




From the top, here‘s (1) George Li in his first appearance on From the Top, when he was 11 years old …

(2) Harmony Zhu on The Ellen Show:

… and (3) George Li competing in the International Tchaikovsky Competition three months ago:

From the top to the bottom of my heart, I am grateful to all those who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for visiting here, today.

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Day 1007: That stinks!

When I met my dear friend Barbara yesterday for (1) brunch at Arlington’s Madrona Tree Restaurant, (2) a visit to the store next door, called The Artful Heart and  (3) a walk to Arlington’s Spy Pond, Barbara suggested that I title today’s post

That stinks!

Barbara didn’t suggest that because anything smelled bad at  Madrona Tree, The Artful Heart, or on our walk.  She didn’t say

That stinks!

in response to any of the many topics we discussed yesterday, including

  • work,
  • health,
  • friends, or
  • my son’s applying to college.

Barbara didn’t say

That stinks!

as I was taking any of these photos when I was with her, yesterday.


Barbara also didn’t say “That stinks!” when I said, “There’s two of my angels!”  when I was taking this photo:

Barbara said

That stinks!

when she sat inside my spankin’ new yellow car and agreed with me that the interior smelled slightly of skunk.

What do I think stinks, this morning, as I’m creating this post?

  1. It’s cold and rainy outside.
  2. I don’t know how long the smell of skunk will stay in my car.
  3. Fellow blogger Irene just commented on my previous post that my blog never appears in her reader any more.
  4. Photos are still not migrating from my iPhone to my laptop, so that creates extra steps whenever I create a post.

What does NOT stink, this morning?

  1. I bought a cool new scarf at the Artful Heart, to help keep me warm.
  2. I have wonderful friends like Barbara nearby and Irene on WordPress.
  3. My son is much further along in his college application process because of a meeting he, his father, and I had yesterday.
  4. I finished writing the Parent Brag Sheet yesterday, so my son can give that to his teachers who are writing his college recommendations.
  5. I’m going to see one of my favorite classical music radio shows, today,  From the Top.
  6. I don’t have the same level of shame I used to have, when something that “belongs” to me smells bad.

Do any of these pictures I took yesterday evening — when I was with my boyfriend Michael — stink, do you think?


Talk about three wicked sistahs!

It stinks that

  • you may have to scroll back up and then down from the top of this post to catch my stinky reference to “three wicked sistahs” and
  • I don’t know what music to include in this “That stinks!” post.

Okay! I found a stinky video on YouTube,  searching for “From the Top.”

Does it stink that I’m rushing through this ending paragraph of gratitude by simply saying “Thanks!” to all those who helped me create this post and “More thanks!” to all of you who are reading it?

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Day 1006: It Takes Two

It took two earbuds, yesterday morning, to deliver to my two ears a great Stephen Sondheim song — “It Takes Two.”

It takes two exceptional actor/singers — Chip Zien and Joanna Gleason — from the original Broadway production of Sondheim’s Into the Woods to sing “It Takes Two” in that YouTube video.

It takes two things very dear to my heart — seen on October 2 — to create the first  “It Takes Two” image of today’s post:

It takes two happy moments for me to tell you that’s my wonderful friend  (and ex-co-worker) Mary next to my new yellow car.

It takes two — I and my iPhone camera — to notice and capture pictures I think relate to my blog posts, every day.


As I’m typing this post with my two hands, it takes about two moments for me to come up with more than two associations for “It Takes Two.”

  • It takes two parents to help our son Aaron negotiate the college application process, so I’ve asked Aaron’s father, Leon, to meet with us today after 2 PM, to discuss all that.
  • It takes two days for me to come up with all the wonderful things I can say about my son Aaron, so I’m probably going to spend two hours today at the keyboard creating a “Parent Brag Sheet for College Recommendations.”
  • It takes two people, or more,  in a therapy office to come up with effective ideas for dealing with anxiety, depression, and many other challenges to people’s mental health.
  • It takes two cardiologists — Drs. Deeb Salem and Mark Estes — to give me the level of care I need for my very unusual heart.
  • It takes two doctors — my Primary Care Physician and a sleep specialist — to help me figure out how the heck to treat my mild sleep apnea.
  • It takes two sleep machines for me to conclude that I really dislike wearing a medical machine at night.
  • It takes approximately two minutes for me to attempt to explain why I dislike wearing medical machines at night. That experience is way too close to too many memories I have of being attached to medical machines before the age of 12, when it took two parents to take me and leave me at Children’s Hospital to receive more than two pacemakers between the ages of 10 and 12,  to keep me alive.
  •  It takes two months to reschedule an appointment with the sleep specialist at Tufts Medical Center, so I’m too grateful that I’m finally seeing seeing him, in not too much more than 2 x 2 days.
  • It took two tickets to Boston’s Symphony Hall last night to get me and my boyfriend Michael in to see Mozart’s Requiem  — which I sang 2 x 2 decades ago with the MIT Chorus.  Musical scholars think it took two people to write Mozart’s RequiemMozart and Franz Sussmayr to complete it after Mozart’s untimely death at age 35.

It takes two people (at least) to create a legitimate Wikipedia page, and it takes two sentences from the Wikipedia entry about Mozart’s Requiem to show that it takes two of several different instruments to play the Requiem:

The Requiem is scored for 2 basset horns in F, 2 bassoons, 2 trumpets in D, 3 trombones (alto, tenor & bass), timpani (2 drums), violins, viola and basso continuo (cello, double bass, and organ). The vocal forces include soprano, contralto, tenor, and bass soloists and an SATB mixed choir.

When I sang the Requiem with the MIT Chorus  two years after I had graduated from a college not too far from MIT,  I was an “S” in the SATB (Soprano Alto Tenor Bass) mixed chorus.

Yesterday, it took two people to have this conversation about the Requiem:

Me: Perhaps the best music ever written — Mozart’s Requiem — is playing at Symphony Hall tonight.  Do you want to go?

Michael (after a pause):  Sure, baby.

It takes two words from my boyfriend to make me really, really happy, sometimes.

It takes two seconds for me to decide to share this part of the Requiem (which everybody agrees was written only by Mozart).

It apparently takes two musical numbers for me to successfully complete this post.

It takes way more than two people to help me create every post I write here. Thanks to all of them and to you — of course! — for taking the time to read this.

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Day 1005: What is success?

I successfully wrote this, yesterday, on my white board during a therapy group:

What is success?

How would you define it?

Is success measured by celebrity? If so, I probably walked by several successes (including Mark and Donnie Wahlberg) last night, at the opening of Wahlburgers near Fenway Park.

Is success measured by recognition?

If so, yesterday I passed by some successful artists, featured in a poster on the door of a doctor’s office.


I had some success, yesterday,  using  new and unfamiliar diagnostic codes required by ICD-10 — the subject of that artistic and humorous  poster.

To make this post successful, I probably need to explain that ICD-10 is the 10th revision of the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems, a medical classification list by the World Health Organization (WHO).

Speaking of successes, here‘s successful Daniel Radcliffe and John Larroquette introduced by the original star of How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying — the successful Robert Morse — and a later successful star of that same musical, Matthew Broderick.

Personally, I measure success by

  • how you treat others,
  • how you treat yourself,
  • doing as little harm as possible,
  • respecting living creatures,
  • balancing your needs with other people’s needs,
  • overcoming adversity,
  • acceptance,
  • letting go of judgment,
  • integrating and balancing the different parts of yourself,
  • kindness,
  • forgiveness,
  • honesty,
  • creating safety,
  • being in the moment, and
  • other qualities and behaviors which I’m not successfully remembering, right now.

Let’s see if I have any more successful photos on my successful phone.

My successful son and his successful mother have been a bit grumpy lately, as he’s been trying to successfully complete the college application process. Aaron was recently unpleasantly surprised by his cumulative Grade Point Average (GPA) — a number that many say is all-important  for success. Because I see the whole picture of Aaron’s many academic and character successes, Aaron has been unsuccessful in convincing me that road-to-success colleges care only about that one, single number as THE measure of success.

Another day, another successful blog post.

As usual, how successful I was today depended upon many others,  including you — of course! –and your success in reading until the very end.

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Day 1004: Losing It

Yesterday, I encountered an unexpected snag when I tried to transfer my photos from my phone to my laptop during my morning blogging. That resulted in my losing the opportunity to share several photos I had taken the day before.

Sometimes, when I encounter unexpected snags, I end up losing it.

I didn’t lose it yesterday morning, though.  What prevented me from losing it?

  1. Blogging, which centers me wonderfully every morning.
  2. Skills I’ve developed over decades of dealing with difficult and challenging situations.
  3. Skills I’ve developed over years of working as a psychotherapist.
  4. The inexplicable appearance of one and only one photo from the day before:


Note the last column, third item from the bottom, in that one photo from September 29 that chooses to be easily available to me, even now.

Yesterday, faithful reader Mark Bialczak prevented me from losing it about my photos with this comment about yesterday’s post:

And I choose to mildly suggest that when Apple won’t share the photos between them — I hate when that happens between my iPhone 6 and iPad Air — you could type all your text on your laptop, save draft, call the file up on your iPhone, and add the pictures last.

Thanks, Mark!

I’m guessing Mark chose to “mildly” suggest, there, because he’s read posts of mine when I’m on the verge of losing it about strong, rigid, and unhelpful suggestions from doctors and other experts.

Lest you think I’m losing it, now, I’d like to share those previously missing-in-action photos from two days ago.

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Of all those photos from two days ago, which best represents “losing it” to you, and why?  I promise I won’t lose it if you ignore those questions or this one:  which photo are you most glad I did not lose?

Falling behind in my obligations and departing from my regular routine can put me on the verge of losing it, so here are the photos I took yesterday:

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I was successful in not losing it, yesterday, as I was taking all those pictures in the midst of

  • pouring rain,
  • fog,
  • various gatherings of people and vehicles,
  • an appointment with my Primary Care Physician, where she told me that somebody at her hospital ended up losing their job when they took a selfie that included patient-sensitive material, and
  • other challenges.

However, I DID end up losing it, temporarily, after a 90-minute meeting at my son’s high school last night (not pictured) which focused on many stressful details and deadlines involved in his applying to colleges and for financial aid.

Personally, I believe it can help to lose it, every once in a while, in order to find it again.

What’s the “it” I’m talking about losing and finding again, in that last paragraph?

  • Composure.
  • Tranquility.
  • Control.

If I don’t include some music here and now, you’ll probably think I’m losing it, this morning.

I’m not.

Here’s a tune I heard on the radio yesterday (as people all around me were trying to not to lose it in rainy traffic):

That’s not the version of “Blue Skies” I heard yesterday morning. And neither is this:

That’s actually a different tune called “Blue Skies” performed by Tom Waits, a performer much beloved by my son and my boyfriend.

Together, my son Aaron, my boyfriend Michael, and I support each other in not losing it, every day.

Losing-it-and-gaining-it-again thanks to Aaron, Michael, Mark, Dr. Laura Snydman, Ella Fitzgerald, Tom Waits, blue skies, my work, music, blogging, taking pictures,  and everything in this world that helps me not lose it — including you!!!

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Day 1003: Not a choice

After all these months of my blogging once a day, it’s not a choice whether I’m going to create a post. It IS a choice what I’m going to write about.

It’s not a choice that I sometimes have trouble realizing what my choices are and then deciding what to choose. It is a choice that I tolerate that discomfort and eventually choose.

“Not a choice” was a lyric I heard yesterday, as I made the choice to listen to “Loving You” from Stephen Sondheim’s musical PassionIt’s not a choice for me — at this point in my life — to love Stephen Sondheim’s musical choices. It was a choice, though, which version of that beautiful song to share with you all, today.

I just made the choice of showing you that version by Donna Murphy, from the original cast of Passion.

I’m also making the choice of including this quote, from the first comment on that video of “Loving You” on YouTube:

Today we celebrate Broadway from the 80’s and a few shows from the 90’s. “Passion” ran for 280 performances, making it the shortest-running musical ever to win the Tony award for Best Musical! There is a fine line between obsession and passion. Obsession connotes the feeling that the person is emotionally and mentally ill. Passion, conversely, is supposedly the healthy emotion which two people reciprocally feel for one another.

What might you choose to say about what David’s Broadway Station chose to write there?

This is what I choose to write, here and now. It’s not a choice for me to be:

  • a little obsessive about making my blog posts — and other things in my life — “good enough” to meet my own standards,
  • passionate about this blog, my work, and the people I love,
  • living in Boston, Massachusetts, despite my feelings about the weather here, because my son is a senior in high school and I get all my medical care in Boston for some complex health issues.
  • going to see my Primary Care Physician, Dr. Laura Snydman, today, after a morning at work facilitating a therapy group.

Actually, most of those things ARE a choice. And I’m making the choice, right now, of making that choice point in this post.

It’s not a choice (or is it?)  that I’m going to include some photos here. It is a choice how I present them.

Hmmm.  My Apple devices have been making some unexpected choices, lately, regarding how they choose to share photos between them.  These kinds of unexpected choices  resulted in my blogging from my iPhone for several months earlier this year. I REALLY don’t want to make that choice of typing on that friggin’ phone keyboard any time soon, so let’s see if there’s another choice for me, now, to access yesterday’s photos quickly and easily.

It’s not a choice that I tried to prepare adequately for this last night — those choices are in the past.   Is it a choice how much anxiety, concern, worry, disappointment, or frustration I might feel about this unexpected blogging wrinkle, in the moment?

I’m making the choice to breathe, right now, and let go of any investment in how this post is going to turn out, photographically and otherwise.

I am now choosing to replicate the steps I took, last night, to make photos from yesterday accessible to this blog when I’m on my laptop. Therefore, I am making the choice to save this draft and restart my computer.

Drat! My photos from yesterday are NOT there when I choose “Add Media” and “Upload Files.” I don’t know why WordPress, my iPhone, and/or my laptop are choosing to limit my choices this morning. And I don’t have the choice to figure out that unexpected problem, if I choose to be at work on time this morning.

Actually, one photo from yesterday is available, for unknown reasons, so I shall choose that one:


That’s a photo I took during a therapy group yesterday, when we were all making choices about what topics to discuss.

I am also making the choice to include the first few photos from my choice of available photos, this morning:


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You have a choice, as always,  to make whatever comment you choose about my post.

Choice thanks to all who helped me create this post this morning and to you — of course! — for making the choice of visiting here, today.

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Day 1002: What makes anxiety worse?

What makes anxiety worse?

Talking about anxiety — in therapy and elsewhere — can make it worse, before it gets better.

Might any of these  photos from yesterday make anybody’s anxiety worse?


Actually, believing that you are worthwhile right now — no matter what you are doing or have done in the past, no matter how far away you are from where you want to be — can make anxiety worse, for  people.


Changing any habitual, old belief, no matter how anxiety-provoking and toxic it is, can make anxiety much worse, temporarily.

What do you think makes anxiety worse?  Would it worsen anxiety to write about that in a comment here?

Personally, when I share my anxiety with other people, my anxiety does NOT get worse.

What makes my anxiety worse?

  • The approach of cold, dark, and snowy weather here in the northeastern USA.
  • Not enough self-care, including sleep, nourishing food, water, relaxation, and connections with supportive people.
  • Human and automatic “cognitive distortions” like shoulds, fortune-telling, catastrophizing, mind-reading, emotional reasoning, blaming, all-or-nothing thinking, etc.
  • Suppressing, denying, or stuffing my feelings, especially “unpleasant” ones like sadness or anger.
  • Doctors who tell me that my very unusual heart — with ventricles and valves doing jobs they were not designed to do — will not last as long as a normal heart.

Here’s something that helps me let go of anxiety: getting a good enough sense of closure.

Yesterday, I decided to get some closure with two doctors at a major teaching hospital in Boston who, last April 1, told me:

  • my heart was deteriorating,
  • the non-invasive procedure my doctors were planning would not work,
  • my doctors had “done me wrong” by not replacing my leaky valve years ago, and
  • my only hope to live longer and not “die a miserable death” was to quit my doctors, work with them instead, and get a valve replacement, STAT.

That meeting, as you can imagine, made my anxiety much worse.

After months of anxiety,  I decided to stay with my doctors and get the non-invasive procedure — the implant of a pacemaker/defibrillator combination ICD (Implantable Cardiac Device) — instead of the much more dangerous (for my unusual heart) valve replacement.

However, it has still worsened my anxiety whenever I’ve remembered the doctors who told me how that procedure would be useless, foolish, and ultimately dangerous for me.

Yesterday, I wrote this brief email to those two doctors:

On April 1, 2015, both of you met with me to discuss my cctga and possible future treatments. I wanted to let you know that I did have an ICD implanted at Tufts Medical Center in May and, as of the writing, I am feeling better.

Thank you for all your help and best wishes to both of you.

Putting closure on that experience definitely helped my anxiety.

Now, I just need to get a good enough sense of closure about the New England weather.

Here’s some music that lessened my anxiety as I was walking to work yesterday:

Many thanks to Stevie Wonder, to human beings everywhere who do their best to lessen anxiety, and to you — of course! — for reading this anxiety-focused post, today.

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 Day 1001: What’s that?

Yesterday morning, I published my 1000th blog post on my 1000th consecutive day of blogging.

What’s that?

“Blogging” means web logging and, yes,  I have blogged for every day since January 1, 2013, through health and illness, sun and snow, fears and relief, ups and downs.


What’s that?

That’s our cat Oscar, seeming to celebrate my 1000th day of blogging.


What’s that?

That’s Oscar again, pressing the power switch on my lap top, turning it off, on, off, and then on.

What’s that?  Somebody allows their cat to step on their laptop?

There’s really nothing I can do to stop Oscar from being right there, wherever I am. So, I just take photos of him using my computer and post them on his Facebook page.

What’s that? A cat has his own Facebook page?

Have you seen Facebook lately?

Yesterday, in the middle of a beautiful day,  my 17-year-old son Aaron and I went to Brookline, Massachusetts.

What’s that?

Brookline, Massachusetts is a town almost completely surrounded by Boston, Massachusetts, with great schools and restaurants. Aaron and I went there yesterday to have lunch and walk around while he worked on his comedy routine for an important appearance at a Cambridge comedy club last night.

What’s that?

Yes, my 17 year-old son does stand-up comedy. Isn’t that amazing?

Before I took my first photo in Brookline, Massachusetts yesterday, I said to Aaron, “What’s that?”


Aaron took a break from trying to memorize his comedy set to reply, “It’s money and outer space.”

As I’m writing this, I realize that whenever I take a picture, it’s because — in some way — I’m asking “What’s that?”

I shall now present all the other photos I took yesterday, in chronological order.

What’s that?

That means I’m including the pictures in the order I took them.  Feel free to ask “What’s that?” about any of them, in a comment below.IMG_5361 IMG_5362IMG_5364 IMG_5365 IMG_5366 IMG_5368 IMG_5369 IMG_5370

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The last few shots are of last night’s super moon lunar eclipse. If you don’t know what that is, you could look it up.


Well, the Comedy Studio didn’t allow patrons to use their cell phones once the comedy show began. However, Aaron got a DVD of his entire routine, created by the staff there.

What’s that strange word the host used to introduce Aaron last night?  Ignore that, and just enjoy my son in his first performance at the well-known Comedy Studio, located above the Hong Kong Restaurant in Harvard Square.


What’s that?  Those are the first exchanges, on OkCupid five years ago, between me and my boyfriend Michael.

What’s that?  I haven’t expressed gratitude to anybody yet, in this blog post?

Many thanks to Aaron, Michael, Oscar, the Comedy Studio, Rick Jenkins (the owner of the Comedy Studio), Brookline, Cambridge, the moon,  and every person, animal, place and thing that helped me create my 1001st blog post, today. And special thanks to you — of course! — for visiting, here and now.

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Day 1000: A Thousand

A thousand days ago, I published my first blog post ever:  “Day 1 in the Year of Living Non-Judgmentally.”

A thousand days ago, I had no idea I would:

  • blog a thousand days in a row,
  • get thousands of followers,
  • have a thousand ideas for blog posts,
  • grow and learn in a thousand ways, and
  • be a thousand times grateful, every day, for this blog.

There are a thousand different ways I could celebrate this thousandth blogging day. For example, I could write a post that contains exactly a thousand words. Or, I could share a thousand memories from over the last 1000 days of blogging. Or, I could include a thousand links to past posts. Or, I could quote a thousand favorite comments from you, my readers.

However, after a thousand thoughts and feelings about this, I’d like to use my tried-and-true formula,  here and now.

Therefore, today’s thousandth day post will include sharing less than a thousand pictures.  Yesterday, I took almost a 1000 (base 2) x 1000 (base 2) photos, when I went into Boston to see a matinee of  A Little Night Music with my son Aaron and spent the evening with Aaron and my boyfriend Michael.

I hope this thousandth post doesn’t take a thousand seconds to load, with these all these images:

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Perhaps you have a thousand things you might say or ask about those photos.  No matter what number of words it takes, consider leaving a comment to celebrate this thousandth post.

I bet if you took a thousand guesses, you wouldn’t come up with the song I’ve chosen for this “A Thousand Days” post.

Should I wait a thousand seconds while you guess?









Times up! I’m sure you didn’t get it, because it includes a much higher number than a thousand.

“A Hundred Million Miracles” is the song that was in my head, yesterday, as I was thinking about this thousand-day post.

As that song says,  a hundred million miracles happen EVERY DAY.  Infinite thanks, to each and every one of you, for sharing some of those miracles with me.

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Day 999: Nein, nein, nein

Did you think I wouldn’t notice there were three nines in today’s post number?

Nein, nein, nein.  I noticed, noticed, noticed.

Is it possible that I didn’t think about this post last night, before I went to bed?

Nein, nein, nein. I thought, a little.

Was this the first title I thought of last night?

Nein, nein, nein.  The first title I thought of, last night, was “To the 9’s.”  Did I consider using that title today?

Nein, nein, nein.  I’ve already used that title before, in this blog post.

Did I use the title “To the 9’s”  for posts #99, #199, #299, #399, #499, #599, #699, #799, #899, or any another post I’ve written with a 9 in it?

Nein, nein, nein.  That nine-oriented title was for a post number that had NO 9’s in it, at all.

Do I know how I’m going to celebrate reaching my 1000th post tomorrow?

Nein, nein, nein. I’m not even sure what else I’m going to write today.

Am I going to include 999 photos in this post?

Nein, nein, nein. All 25 photos I took yesterday have no 9s* in them (as far as I know).

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Did I have any idea how I was going to incorporate those 25 photos into today’s post, when I was taking them yesterday?

Nein, nein, nein.

Is there anything else Inquisitive Ann wants to say about those photos?

Da, da, da.**  Those two guys in photos number 23 and 24  are Cameron and Nick, friends of my son Aaron. Has Nick appeared in this blog before, as himself?  Nein, nein, nein. However, he HAS appeared in “Serious Economics,” an amazing play that Aaron and Cameron wrote (and which you can watch in its entirety, here).

When I asked Cameron and Nick last night if they followed our cat Oscar’s Facebook page, Cameron said, “Da”** and Nick said, “Nein,” but not in German.**

Am I going to include music today that has the word “nine” or “nein” in the title?

Nein, nein, nein. Instead, I’m going to include an incredibly intricate number from A Little Night Music, which Aaron and I will be seeing today in Boston.  Is that performance at 9?  Nein, nein, nein.  It’s at 2 PM.

Every number in A Little Night Music is some form of the waltz, with three beats per measure. Since there are three different waltzes intertwined in “Now/Later/Soon” and 3×3 = 9 ……  might I say that I’ve finally achieved a “9” in this post?*

Only you, the reader, can say.

Nine hundred ninety-nine thanks to all those who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for being 99% awesome (because nobody’s perfect).

* Actually, after I published this post, I realized that Ted Williams, the Red Sox player whose statue appears in the background of the very first photo in this #999 post, wore the number 9.

** Did I study German or Russian in school?  Nein, nein, nein.  Did I study Latin?  Ja, ja, ja.

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