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Day 506: Random thoughts about art

This post is dedicated to my long-time friend, Deb, whose birthday it is today.

I’ve chosen quite a risky topic, this morning. Why risky?  (1) Art is a BIG topic and (2) this is the first morning, in over a month, that I have to be at work by 9 AM.1

So let’s see if I can pull this off.

I just went to my friend, Google, for some initial help in composing this post. I asked, “What is art?” and here is Google’s first line of response to my plea:

About 3,430,000,000 results (0.41 seconds)

No matter what you think about (1) numbers and (2) Google, you have to agree: That’s a lot of results, really fast.

NOW where do we go, with over THREE BILLION choices?

Let’s take the very next response, from Google:

art

noun
1.
the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
“the art of the Renaissance”
synonyms: fine art, artwork
works produced by human creative skill and imagination.
“his collection of modern art”
synonyms: fine art, artwork More
creative activity resulting in the production of paintings, drawings, or sculpture.
“she’s good at art”
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the various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance.
“the visual arts”

I think Google gave us a good enough definition, to start. What do you think?

For the next random thought about art, let’s look closer to home. By “closer to home,” I mean, what have I written about art, in this blog?

When I search all my posts for the word “art,” 419 of them came up.  That’s a BIG percentage of all the posts I’ve written.  To be precise, 82.970297% of the posts I’ve written include “art” in some way (at least, according to WordPress search).

However, only two of my posts include the word “art” in the title:

Day 290: The Healing Power of Art

Day 45: Mistakes, where art thou sting?

What does that tell us?  Well, for one thing, there’s more than one meaning of the word “art.”

NOW what do I do?  I can think of SO many places to go next, in this post.

Perhaps, this, which I found at my office, yesterday, will help guide me:

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Yes, that’s helpful, but WHICH next step?

I could ask you what you think art is — including your favorite pieces of art.

I could point out that even in Day 45 — a post where the word “art” is just the archaic form of “is/are” — my tags included musical artists Bernard Hermann and John Williams.

I could ask you to complete this sentence: One person’s art is another person’s ____.2

I could write about my friend Deb, who:

  1. is having a birthday today,
  2. is a blown-glass artist,
  3. appears in Day 486: May Day! May Day!, and
  4. is having a reaction, which I can only imagine, to #2, above.

Here’s the photo from that post, showing Deb and her blue vase, which she brought as a gift to me that day:

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Eeeek!  Look at the time!

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Actually, that’s not the time.  That’s something I saw, yesterday evening, at a local Art Center/Elementary School.3

But I do need to wrap up this post, people, and get to work. Before I do, here are more photos I took yesterday, at that same location:

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I have a few more pieces of art to show you, before I conclude. Earlier yesterday, another long-time friend, Craig (whom I wrote about last week, in Day 500: Momentous), texted me these photos from the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA):

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It’s all art, to me.

Thanks to Deb, Craig, friends that are long-time, medium-time, or short-time, Art Centers, elementary schools,  the MFA,  artists and art-appreciators everywhere, and to you — of course! — for visiting here, today.


1 Because this is the first week I’ve returned to work after an extended illness.

2 This fill-in-the-blank suggestion is inspired by the saying “One man’s meat is another man’s poison” (and George S. Kaufman‘s excellent pun, “One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian”).

3 Where my son was auditioning for a play.

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Day 505: How to tell a visual story

I’m not sure how good I am at telling visual stories.

I probably have SOME things I could tell you,  about visual story-telling. For example, it’s good* to:

  • Have visuals people can see, clearly enough.
  • Make chronological or other connections among the visuals, in a credible way.
  • Put yourself (and other compelling characters) into the story, as best you can.
  • Show growth or other development, in the characters or other elements.
  • Have conflict, tension, or suspense, which resolves in some way.
  • Don’t try to show everything.

I have no idea how well I’m going to meet those criteria.  I’m just going to do what I decided to do when I started writing this post: (1) show you photos I’ve taken since my last blog post and (2) try to make some sort of story out of them.

Before the visual story-telling commences, I shall express this concern (thus letting go of it): I hope that my indulging so gleefully in non sequiturs, two posts ago, hasn’t weakened my story-telling skills.

Spoiler (which-isn’t-a-spoiler-if-you’ve-been-reading-recent-blog-posts) alert!

(Yesterday, I returned to work after being out for over a month with pneumonia.)

I’ve never done a spoiler alert before, so I did the best I could, making the alert more obvious and the spoiler less obvious.

Are we ready to begin?

Wait!  First, I’d like to balance the warning tone of the spoiler alert with a note of safety.  For example, I could say, “No animals were harmed in the making of this story” and that’s certainly true, but that seems a little … I don’t know …. long-winded, clichéd, over-used, and not so much in-the-moment* (even though animal welfare is important to me).

I’ve got it!

This story is 100% gluten-free.

Okay! It’s time to begin.

A Visual Story

by Ann

Hmmm. I think I can make this story more focused if I have a more specific title.

Work:  A visual story

by Ann

When I go to work, I park my car near an iconic baseball park.  Then, I pay respect to an old hero, as I walk by.

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Yesterday was no different. I hat-less-ly returned the hat tip to Mr. Yastrzemski — with a little hand-to-head salute.

Moments later, I saw this:

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Arrgghh!  There are TWO problems with that photo: (1) Inexplicably, it’s showing up on its side and (2) it’s violating my first rule, above, regarding good visual story telling: “Have visuals people can see, clearly enough.”

Let’s see if I can fix all that:

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Better.*

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Best.*

Then, I had a meeting with Employee Health, saw people I haven’t seen in over a month, sat at my desk, made phone calls, and left after a few hours.   I could go into more details, but I don’t have any photos for any of that.

Later, I saw these interesting* things:

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The End

How do you think I did, with that visual story-telling?  I think I did well enough, despite some challenges.

Now that I’ve written “The End,” though, I’m aware of what I have NOT included, such as:

  • letting my regular readers know that I successfully* used the waterpik before I left for work,
  • reassuring people that I felt okay enough, in my shorter work day, yesterday, and
  • this photo, which was going to be an example of “Things I’m not good at making work”

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… which is okay, because that’s a terrible* title, and photo, too.

One more thing:  In case people are wondering whether my story truly was 100% gluten-free, as guaranteed, I did some fact-checking, and found this, on Facebook:

Skinny Cow Hi, Heather! I’m excited to tell you that we have quite a few gluten free options! The list below are all of my gluten free products:
Caramel Truffle Bars
Chocolate Truffle BarsSee More

And that’s all I needed to see.

Thanks to Skinny Cow, Heather, Carl Yastrzemski, the guy wearing the “Excellence” t-shirt, Goodwill Industries, story-tellers everywhere, people who do their best (letting go of judgment and otherwise), and to you — of course! — for looking here, today.

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 * In my humble opinion.

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Day 504: Let’s not be pi(c)ky

I have an idea, people!  Let’s not be picky today, okay?

Let’s not be picky, critical, fault-finding, or judgmental — especially about ourselves — even if we’re

  • slow,
  • reluctant,
  • confused, or
  • not up to expectations, in any way.

Let’s not be picky, if we’re

  • naive,
  • oblivious,
  • uninformed,
  • in the dark,
  • inexperienced,
  • unenlightened,
  • uninitiated,
  • unknowledgeable,
  • unlearned,
  • unmindful,
  • unread,
  • unschooled,
  • unsuspecting,
  • untaught,
  • untrained,
  • unwitting,

or any other synonym for the word “ignorant” …. about anything.

Who wants to join with me, in this assignment?

Does anybody want to turn my suggestion down?  Does anybody want to postpone this, for another day?

I would understand if people might want to avoid this assignment, because being un-picky, non-judgmental, whatever-we-want-to-call-it … is NOT easy to do.  As a matter of fact, it’s a lot more challenging than something I’ve been avoiding for so long … that I’m embarrassed to tell you about it.

Letting go of picky self-judgments, even for just a day, is much more difficult than what inspired today’s post:

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…. setting up and using that friggin’ Waterpik.

I could tell you lots of reasons why I’ve been avoiding doing that, for months.  But those “reasons” probably wouldn’t make sense to you. Or maybe they would.  My reasons make sense/don’t make sense to me, depending upon how I’m thinking about things.

However, since I’ve decided not to be picky today, my reasons for doing — or not doing — things in the past don’t really matter, do they?

One of my obstacles to using that Waterpik  — to help in my (1) dental care and (2) constant battle to avoid endocarditis* —  was this: I had lost track of the instructions.

I took a step closer to fixing that this morning, before I started this post. That is, I looked for, and found, the instructions online.

That was easy. And I discovered that using that friggin’ Waterpik is friggin’ easy, too.

So here’s another pledge for myself, which seems very achievable: I will use that Waterpik before I return to work today, after an absence of over a month.**

To help me accomplish all these things, I shall end this post with some inspirations I noticed yesterday (in order of appearance):

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I’d like to end this post with (1) a fortune I received, on Saturday:

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… and (2) two guys who’ve been making lots of noise, as I’ve been writing this post:

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But I’m not being picky, right now, in any way.

Thanks to Oscar and Harley (left to right), the Madrona Tree restaurant, thesaurus.com, Waterpik, my medical team, those who are picky, non-picky, or anything in-between, and to you — of course! — for picking the opportunity to read this, today.


* I’ve written about endocarditis in this blog, several times.  It’s an infection of the heart. I’m prone to it, I’ve gotten it three times before, it’s dangerous, my medical team says good dental care helps prevent its recurrence, but — and I don’t want to be picky — nobody really knows how I can perfectly avoid it.  We’re all doing the best we can.

** I got pneumonia in April, which I’m recovering from, slowly.

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Day 503: Non sequiturs

According to some definition-writing dude (or dudette) who is not Samuel Johnson, a non sequitur is

a conclusion or statement that does not logically follow from the previous argument or statement.

I like examples.

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I like this photo:

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I’m going back to work tomorrow, after an absence of over a month, for a few hours.

I don’t know if there is a special name for buttons that have sayings on them.

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I am very grateful to my readers.

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Lately, my computer cursor can suddenly disappear, for no reason.

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Look at this photo!

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My niece, Victoria, is appearing in a play today.

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I don’t own this:

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My son, Aaron, has been singing songs from the musical “Assassins.”

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We saw several monkeys yesterday.

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What’s your favorite kind of food?

Thanks to pizza, to Samuel Johnson, to ideas and words that pop up out of nowhere, to gray squirrels, to sequiturs (whatever the heck those are), to family, friends, and neighbors, to ancient Latin, and to you — sacre bleu*! — for reading.


* A term of astonishment. I don’t know why it popped up today.

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Day 502: Why questions

I love asking questions — to myself and to others.  I think that’s a great way to learn.  Also, asking the big questions is considered good writing, especially in journalism.

What are “the big questions”?

Why?

What?

Where?

When?

Who?

How?

I just googled “journalistic writing style answering the questions what where when how1.” Why did I do that? To check my facts and my memory … to see if I’m being a good-enough reporter, so far, in this blog post.

What did I find?

News writing attempts to answer all the basic questions about any particular event—who, what, when, where and why (the Five Ws) and also often how—at the opening of the article.

From Wikipedia entry “News style”

How is my credibility right now, regarding those questions?  Pretty darn good, I would say.

Why does my post title include only one of those journalistic questions?

I’ll answer that with another question: Do you really want to read a blog post that long, on a weekend, people?

Next question.

Why did I choose Why questions, in particular, today?

As usual, I have more than one reason, but here’s the main one:

When I was a little kid, I loved watching comedians on TV with my dad.  I always noted the people who made him laugh, because my father was so friggin’ funny, himself.

One of the people who made us both laugh was Professor Irwin Corey.

Who was Professor Irwin Corey?

Let’s see how Google answers that question.

Oh my goodness!  I was afraid to look, because … I figured the Professor was long gone. He’s not! Here’s what I found on Wikipedia:

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Corey in a 1963 television appearance
Born July 29, 1914 (age 99)
Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Years active 1938–present
Genres Wit/Word play, improvisational and character comedy, satire
Influenced Lenny BruceTom Smothers[1]
Spouse Fran Corey (1941–2011);[2] 1 son
Website Official website

Here are more excerpts from that Wikipedia entry:

“Professor” Irwin Corey (born July 29, 1914) is an American comic, film actor and activist, often billed as “The World’s Foremost Authority”. He introduced his unscripted, improvisational style of stand-up comedy at the well-known San Francisco club, the hungry i.

Lenny Bruce once described Corey as “one of the most brilliant comedians of all time”.[3]

Why did I include excerpts from that Wikipedia article, here?  Because I know many of my readers won’t click on links. Why did I include those particular excerpts?  Because those are the ones that are making me happiest, right now.

When I was a little kid, I didn’t know most of those things about Professor Irwin Corey.  Heck, I didn’t know most of those things about him, until just now.

Here’s a question I haven’t answered yet:

Why did I want to include Professor Irwin Corey in today’s blog post?

Because I have this distinct memory of something he did, on a TV talk show, in the 1960’s, which (1) made me laugh and (2) amazed me.  The host (most likely Mike Douglas) asked “The World’s Foremost Authority” a question, like this:

Professor Corey, why do you wear clothes like those?

And Professor Corey answered (as best I can remember):

That is actually a two-part question.  The first part of that question is … Why?  Human beings have been trying to answer that question for millennia.  The most learned and famous philosophers, throughout history, have been struggling to answer the question of “Why?” Why indeed?

The second part of that question is “Do I wear clothes like those?”  The answer is “YES!”

I would now like to pay homage to Professor Irwin Corey, as I end this post with some recent photos.

Why did I take each of the pictures I’m about to show you?

That’s a two-part question, my dear readers.

Why? I’m not sure I could ever completely — or even adequately — explain why I took these photos. Who could ever completely explain any example of human behavior?   I could articulate my thoughts at the time I snapped the photos, I suppose, but probably some of my reasons were subconscious, and not available to me. And who’s to say whether my personal reasons and explanations would be that interesting, to somebody else?2

Did I take each of the pictures I’m about to show you?

Yes.

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Thanks to my father, to Professor Irwin Corey, to Wikipedia, to foremost authorities everywhere, to those asking “Why?” whenever they can, to everything that contributed to the words and images in this post, and to you — of course! — for reading today.

 


1  Why did I include all those words in my Google search? Why not? It worked, didn’t it?

2 Feel free to answer, yourself, any question of Why did Ann take that photo?

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Day 501: Small change

Readers may think the title of this post –“Small change” — relates to a fear I blogged about last week:

Quarterlessness-o-phobia, the fear of not having the correct change.

It doesn’t.

Two days ago, in Random Numbers, I speculated I might be returning to work today.

I’m not.

There has been a small change in that plan.  The revised Estimated Time of (Work) Arrival is Monday.

Regular readers might assume THAT change is related to a change in my recovery rate, from illness.

It’s not.

It has to do with red tape.

Readers unfamiliar with the term “red tape” might now be picturing something like this:

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(I found that image here)

I’d like to make a small change in that image, like so:

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(image found here)

 

Red tape is an idiom that refers to excessive regulation or rigid conformity to formal rules that is considered redundant or bureaucratic and hinders or prevents action or decision-making. It is usually applied to governmentscorporations, and other large organizations.

Wikipedia entry for “red tape”

I need to have a meeting with Employee Health, at work, before I can return.

The language of that Wikipedia definition is somewhat judgmental, especially

excessive

rigid conformity

redundant

hinders or prevents

With that language, plus the image I chose above, you might well assume that my facial expression — and feeling — is down, right now.

Actually, I’m neither down nor up.  To the best of my ability, I am letting go of anxiety, expectations, and my own assumptions about changes ahead.

Here’s a wish, for myself:

I wish, when I return to work, that all changes — both within and beyond my control — will appear small and manageable.

I like that wish. However, let’s make a small change in that, too:

I wish, from now on, that all changes — both within and beyond my control — will appear small and manageable. 

I love that wish. I wish I had my magic wand with me, to give that wish more power.

I don’t.  The wand is at work.  I’ll have to wait until Monday to see it again.

Hold on!  I’d like to make a small change in my wish assumptions, here.  Maybe the image of that wand …

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… is enough.

Before I end this post, I’d like to show you recent photos of change, nearby. Nine days ago, I showed you this:

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Yesterday, I took a photo at the same spot:

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We could judge those changes.  We could miss what’s no longer there.

We could see what’s there, with new eyes.

Yesterday, with a  small change in location …

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… I saw new things.

Thanks to those who change their perspectives in any way,  to tape of any color, to magic wands, to people at work, and to you — of course! — for reading today.

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Day 500: Momentous

As usual, it’s much easier for me to choose a title, than decide how I’m going to write today’s blog post.

When I thought of today’s title, I was unaware of one of its most obvious applications: today’s number.

500!!

Numbers with zeros naturally seem more momentous, don’t they?  Which might seem paradoxical, because zero  means …. nothing.*

I’m happy with the title of this post. I think it really fits, today. But, I’m not sure how I’m going to shape today’s post (just like all those previous 499 blogging days).

Today, however, there might be a little bit more pressure … because of the title.  That is, what if this post does NOT live up to its title? What if it’s not … momentous?

Now, momentous  (especially if I write it with one of my beloved hyphens — “moment-ous”) might just mean … being in the moment.  THAT I can do.

But, IMPORTANT. How important can I make this post? And “important” to whom?  When? Where? In what way?   This post’s importance depends on so many things, most of which I can’t control.

Allow me, dear reader, one more digression —  to a particularly momentous post, for me. Here’s  Day 95: A Startlingly Short Post, in its entirety:

Ready?

We are neither as unimportant or as important as we fear.

Thanks!

© 2013 Ann Koplow

Just days ago, I was trying to design a t-shirt, regarding that post.

Time out! What moment am I in, right now? Am I in Day 500, Day 95, or earlier this week?

I’m in all of them, and more.

Which  (finally!) leads me to the main event: what’s inspiring today’s post.

Yesterday, I met up with somebody who was momentously important to me, when I was in college.

And in the moments I spent with him yesterday, I had a sense of multiple visions:  Awareness of what was going on in the moment, along with echoes, overlays, and memories of moments from the past.

Right now, I’m thinking about the momentous-ness of these kinds of reunions. Over the course of human history, how many people have created stories, essays, songs, poems, paintings, etc. about encountering somebody — or something — important from the past?

A huge number. WAY more than 500, I would say … many of them quite accomplished and famous.

Marcel Proust, for one.  Dan Fogelberg, with “Same Auld Lang Syne.”

You may be thinking of different examples, instead.

How can I follow acts like those?

In my typical ways, of course.

Way #1: Composing a list.

My thoughts about yesterday’s meeting:

  • I’m glad this person was in my life, exactly how he was, in college.
  • When we separated, back then, it was painful.
  • I learned a lot, from all the moments with him — happy, painful, all of them.
  • I wouldn’t change a thing.
  • I’m happy we met, yesterday.

Way #2: Sharing images.

I’m not showing photos, here, of my ex-bf (or whatever else I might call him).  However, here are some photos I took yesterday, while I was with him:

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 After we parted yesterday, here are some photos I took (as usual, in order of appearance):

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And, finally, one more photo from yesterday evening, with Michael:

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Thanks to all my momentous connections and relationships, to Marcel Proust, Dan Fogelberg, etc., and to you — of course! — for your important visit, today.

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* Talk about deja vu: I think I may have made this same momentous point — about zeros and numbers —  in a previous post.  Which is bound to happen, people. I’ve written 500 of these friggin’ things!

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Day 499: Random Numbers

On the last day of my first (and I originally thought only) Year1 of Living Non-Judmentally, I wrote this, in a footnote:

* I don’t want people to get the wrong idea, regarding my feelings about numbers. I love numbers, sometimes.  However, numbers are not my native language, so sometimes they challenge me. Hmmm. I don’t like the way I said that. “They challenge me” is too mild, too wimpy a statement. How about this? Sometime, I hate numbers. Nope, too strong.  How about this? Sometimes, numbers make me crazy.  Nope, “crazy” is not a great word for me to use. How about this?  Sometimes they make me angry. Nope, people have trouble with anger.  Arrrghh!  What’s the right word, regarding me and numbers?  Damned if I know, right now. Maybe I’ll figure that out next year.

 from Day 365: End of Year (Big Deal!)

It’s well into next year, and I have yet to figure out my feelings about — and relationship to —  numbers.

Here are some things I know:

  • I definitely notice numbers.
  • I can have trouble holding on to them.  For example, yesterday I had a 3:30 appointment with one of my doctors, and, in my mind, it was a 2 PM appointment. Another example: today I’m meeting an old friend from college, and I can’t remember how many years it’s been since the last time I saw him.
  • Remembering numbers can seem critical to my survival. Therefore, when I can’t access a number quickly, my automatic response can be negative (anxiety, self-criticism, worry, etc.)
  • There are lots of numbers to deal with, from the past, present, and (I assume) future.
  • I can’t quite figure out how important numbers are, for me.

Some numbers I’m thinking about, right now:

  1. How many more days should/will I stay home from work?2
  2. When I go back to work, how many hours per week will be the “correct” balance, taking into account my (a) health and (b) finances?3
  3. What’s a good-enough weight for me, right now?4
  4. How many more items will there be in this list?5
  5. How many more words in this morning’s post, before I’m done writing?6
  6. How many pictures will I show here?7

Hmmm. Some of those questions have more obvious answers than others. As always, I shall do my best, figuring things out.

Okay!

I’m going to conclude this post with some recent photos I’ve taken. In order of appearance:

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Here are some numbers regarding that photo.  The number of times I’ve walked by that sign: 100’s. The number of words — and legs — on that sign: 2.  The number of days since I took that photo:  I’m guessing … 5. Wait!  There’s some data I can check, to find out the actual number. Aha!  I was wrong (but very close) … it’s 6.

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How many limbs there?  2.   How many limbs was I expecting?  4.

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As you can see for yourself, there are lots of numbers in that photo.

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How many dandelions in that photo?  3.   How many blisses?  The answer depends on what — and how — you’re counting.

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How many times have I been to that restaurant? 1.   How many days before I expect to return? 3.

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How many people in Massachusetts have a license plate with the word “Toad”? I’m assuming more than one.

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How many strings on that instrument?  6.   How many stripes on those cushions?  Ahhhh … forget it.

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How many papers is Harley sitting on?  1.    What’s on that paper?

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Eeeeek!   Math!

Thanks to numbers everywhere, to people who have varying reactions to numbers, and to you — of course! — for reading this today (one time, I assume).


1   The year I started blogging was 2013.

2   Most likely, I’ll return to work in 2 days. 8

3   I’ll probably start out working about 12 hours/week, increasing as I can. 8

4  Weight is such a loaded issue.  I’m definitely NOT going into that now.

5  There were 6 items on that list.

6  I’m too impatient — or it’s just not important enough to me — to find out how many words I wrote after that.

7 I showed 9 photos. Or — more precisely — I showed 8 photos I had taken, plus one zoom, blow-up, close-up, or whatever-you-want-to-call-it.

8  These numbers are subject to change.

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Day 498: Life, death, etc.

I like today’s post title:  Life, death, etc.  Why?  Because it covers EVERYTHING, and I enjoy looking at the “big picture.”

Also, since I was young, I’ve known how awareness of mortality can help someone

  • be more in the moment
  • appreciate every little thing
  • set priorities
  • overcome obstacles
  • be authentic
  • develop values and be true to them
  • let go of fear and other “baggage”
  • get clarity
  • learn
  • grow, and
  • feel joy.

Of course, awareness of mortality can also help someone

  • freak out and
  • get paralyzed

… but, like everything else, those things pass.

All in all, I am quite grateful for “the gift of mortality.”

Why this title, today? I thought of it yesterday, while visiting one of my favorite places: Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

According to Wikipedia, Mount Auburn Cemetery was

founded in 1831 as “America’s first garden cemetery”

and

is credited as the beginning of the American public parks and gardens movement.

Here’s what I saw, yesterday, at Mt. Auburn Cemetery:

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One of the last things I noticed, before I left Mt. Auburn Cemetery yesterday, was this bench:

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Many years ago, when both my parents were still alive, I lived in an apartment very close by.  I remember sitting on the same bench, back then — reading, sunning, dreaming, feeling, thinking, etc.

Here are two views from that bench, yesterday:

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I love Mount Auburn Cemetery.

Today, I hope I was able to show you why.

I shall now ask myself a familiar question: Does this post feel complete?

It MUST be complete.  Didn’t I say, in my introduction, that the title had EVERYTHING?  And look at everything we covered, here!

However, I did leave out a lot of history, details, etc. about Mt. Auburn Cemetery. And many of my readers have told me that they don’t click on links within posts. So here’s one important fact, from that same Wikipedia page:

Mount Auburn’s collection of over 5,500 trees includes nearly 700 species and varieties.

Wow!  Imagine all the trees  I did NOT show you.  Well, as I  recover from recent physical ailments,  taking shorter walks than I usually do … I did the best I could.

One final Wikipedia fact about Mt. Auburn Cemetery:

The area is well known for its beautiful environs and is a favorite location for bird-watchers.

Hmmm. I didn’t see any bird-watchers, yesterday.   I’m sure they were there; I just didn’t notice them.

I know!  Let’s end this post with bird-watchers, in the here and now:

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Thanks to trees, flowers, people, benches, birds, cats, etc.  And thanks to you — of course! — for visiting today.

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Day 497: Beauty

My first choice for a title, this morning, was “Values,” but then I discovered I’ve already used that title in a previous post.

It’s time for “Beauty” to have the starring role.

When I’m open to it, I see beauty everywhere. Here are some recent examples, in the immediate vicinity:

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Sometimes, I just have to point and click, to capture beauty.

I’ve heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I’ve also seen less conventional instances of beauty, recently.

For me, beauty is often related to connection.  For example, yesterday I came upon this, connected to something that often happens to me:

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Harley was in bed, inexplicably wearing one of my socks.

I also saw beauty in connection, here:

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What’s that little girl doing? She’s on a zip-line, as I was a few months ago in Panama (here).

Two more images from yesterday, to end this post.  The first, at my son Aaron’s keyboard lesson:

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The second, also connected to Aaron:

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Boy, chinchillas are strange looking, aren’t they?

Thanks to springtime, blossomers and zip-liners everywhere, creatures conventionally and unconventionally beautiful, Harley the cat, Aaron the son, Tim Maurice the keyboard teacher, and to you the readers,  for observing all this with me, today.

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