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Day 598: Surprises

Today, my son Aaron and I are leaving Edinburgh, Scotland, flying on a couple of airplanes, and returning to our home near Boston, Massachusetts in the United States.

It’s been a wonderful trip. Which was not surprising, considering the wonderful times I had in Edinburgh, the two times I’ve visited before.

I don’t have a lot of time to blog this morning,  so I thought I would leave you with just a photo or two from yesterday’s adventures at the Fringe Festival in this fair city.

That number of photos may not be surprising, since the commitment I made to my readers was to post one photo a day while on my vacation.

I took a lot of photos yesterday, which was one of the best — and surprising — days my son or I have ever experienced, in our 16 and 61 years on this earth, respectively.

What was so great and surprising about yesterday?

For one thing, in an incredible coincidence, we ran into our favorite local comedian from our visit  last year to the Edinburgh Fringe — Tom Joyce — who just happened to be one of only four other people attending a fabulously funny performance of Cynthia Levin a/k/a Linda Lovin.

One of our quests, this year in Edinburgh, was to find Tom again. After searching for him on the internet and in person, we had decided this was an impossible dream. So, yesterday, when I heard Aaron gasp “Oh my gawd!” during Ms. Lovin’s performance yesterday, I realized whom he had spotted, in the first row.

Also appearing at Ms. Lovin’s performance yesterday was my comedy teacher from the 1980s and current Los Angeles comedy star — Ron Lynch.  THAT was not so surprising, since we met the lovely and hilarious Linda when she performed a couple of night’s ago at Ron’s nightly midnight show, here in Edinburgh.

It was also NOT surprising to see Ron there yesterday, since Aaron and I had planned to have dinner with him on our last night Edinburgh.

So, to review, it was no surprise to see Ron.  But it was a huge surprise to see Tom Joyce on our last full day, after Aaron and I had given up hope of finding Tom again (at least this year).

Then, Aaron and I experienced, in rapid succession, more surprises:

  • Tom remembered us from last year, including (1) my blog post about him and (2) the fact that Aaron had red hair then.
  • Ron offered Tom a spot on The Tomorrow Show this week because, Ron said, “I trust their recommendation.”
  • Ron offered my son Aaron, who has been doing open mic comedy in Boston for the past six months, a spot on last night’s Tomorrow show.


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Thanks to Aaron, Ron, Linda, Cynthia, Tom, and everybody else currently enjoying the extremely excellent city of Edinburgh. And — of course! — thanks to you, for any surprises you might bring or experience, today.

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Day 597: Brilliant

“Brilliant” is a word I’m hearing a lot, during my trip to Edinburgh, Scotland. People use it somewhat differently than what I’m used to, when I’m home in the United States.

Here are two recent examples:

Me: “I can pay for those tickets with this credit card.”

He: “Brilliant.”


Me: “We’re done eating.”

She: “Brilliant.”


More reasons I should move to Edinburgh!  I love

  1. feeling like I’m brilliant and
  2. being told I am.

Before I’d make any decision to move here, though, I need to remember this: there’s no way of knowing whether all these people telling me I’m brilliant actually live in Edinburgh.  There’s a good chance they do NOT, according to somebody who was talking to me and my son yesterday. This person (who, I seem to remember, also called me “brilliant”) told us that the population of Edinburgh DOUBLES during the Fringe Festival every August, because of all the visitors.


Now, I believe, is a brilliant time to show you some photos I took yesterday.

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There’s a lot of brilliance to be found, here in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Many thanks to brilliant people everywhere, to those who express appreciation of brilliance, and to you — of course! — for brilliantly being here, today.



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Day 596: Peak moments

As I mentioned  in yesterday’s post, my son, Aaron, and I have been seeing lots of great comedy at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

One of the many stand-up comedians we saw, yesterday, posed the rhetorical question, “Why did you have to build Edinburgh on ALL THE HILLS?”

I laughed out loud at that, out of recognition. As I’ve also mentioned in previous posts, I can get very tired negotiating hills, steps, and other elevations (because of my unusual heart).

But that’s okay.  When I get tired, I just rest for a few moments, and then I’m set to keep going.

I experienced that yesterday, while Aaron and I were climbing The Scotsman Steps.

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I have another association with today’s post title. At various points along my various career paths (tech writer, marketing writer, film student and teacher, advertising entrepreneur, social worker, psychotherapist, group therapist, and “change agent”), I’ve been involved in the very helpful exercise of identifying “peak moments.” In those exercises, you identify times when you’ve felt the most happy, engaged, and fulfilled, and then think about

  •  what contributed to those experiences and
  • how you can bring more of those into your life, now.

If you want, you can read more about Peak Moments here, here, and here (sites I just found, with a quick Google search). Actually, according to that Google search, the more popular term is “Peak Experiences.”

Whatever we call them, I had one of those Peak Moments/Experiences yesterday, when a comedian I respect and admire very much, said to me, several times, in front of my 16-year old aspiring-comic son:

You are funny.

I have two photos of the speaker of those words, from his show, “Tomorrow” with Ron Lynch. Direct from the hills of Edinburgh, ladies and gentlemen, it’s ….

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Ron Lynch!

Aaron and I were laughing, almost every moment Ron was up there on stage. We both agreed, after his performance, that he was the funniest person we’ve seen here.

Yes, we’re having lots of peak experiences, here at the Festival Fringe.

Thanks to Aaron, Ron, all the funny people we saw performing yesterday (in sketch comedy, stand-up routines, and improvs), and to you — of course! — for sharing these moments with me, today.

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Day 595: Punchlines


My 16-year-old son, Aaron, and I are really enjoying the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, where there are always many performances of comedians, comic actors, and other funny people available, in any particular moment.


It’s funny, how I’m not taking a lot of “good” photos during this trip, so far. Here’s the punchline about that: I am focusing on the current moment, rather than focusing my shots.


Here’s what’s happening in the current moment, as I am composing today’s post: I am waiting for 10 photos I took yesterday to load into WordPress, so I can show you — with very imperfect images — some of the funny people Aaron and I saw yesterday.


In the meantime, I’ll share some random thoughts, inspired by the title of today’s post.


Punchline is a movie about stand-up comics, starring Tom Hanks.

I sometimes have trouble remembering the punchline of jokes, especially if I’m anxious about impressing somebody with my sense of humor.

Despite my imperfections, many people I respect have told me they think I’m funny.


Hey!  It seems like WordPress has actually loaded all the photos, although I can’t see them.

I am now going to attempt to insert 9 photos into this post (in order of appearance). Drum roll, please ….

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Phew! That seemed to work.  The punchline, there, is that the very low data-transfer limit at our hotel did NOT seem to get in the way.

Here’s my next punchline: I want to finish up this post soon, so I can start another day enjoying the festival with my son.

I would like to write a little more, though, before I wake up my son.

I am not going to try to remember punchlines, right now, from all the great comics we saw yesterday.  And I’m not going to tell you the names of all the comedians pictured above.

I will tell you this. Yesterday, my son and I saw Ron Lynch, my stand-up comedy teacher from the 1980’s (previously appearing on this WordPress stage, here, and shown above in the next-to-last photo),  in his midnight show, called “Tomorrow.”  And we saw a special edition  of “Tomorrow,”  where the comedians not only did their routines, but also shared their personal, non-routine memories of Robin Williams.

All of those memories about Robin Williams shared a common punchline: Robin Williams was a genius AND he was truly nice, humble, big-hearted guy.

Okay!  Time for me to end this post. I’ve got to get my son and myself out into the Edinburgh air, so we can spend another funny day together (which will most likely include shows with many hilarious people, like Eddie Pepitone, shown in the last photo, above). Also, we’re planning on having dinner with Ron.

One more punchline, before I publish this.

After we finalized plans, yesterday, to have dinner with Ron, I said to my son (who started doing stand-up comedy six months ago), “Well, Aaron!  Having me as your mother has finally paid off.”

Aaron’s reply, “It’s already paid off.”

Thanks to Aaron, Ron, Eddie, Robin, and other funny people, who have enriched my life in many ways. And for my last-but-not-least punchline … many thanks to you, for your appearance here on my WordPress stage, today.

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Day 594: Figuring it out

I cannot figure this out. How, in the world, have I NOT written a blog post yet with a title like “Figuring it out”?

I have figured this out. There are way more than 594 interesting things in this world to write about, here.

I cannot figure this out. Why, in the world, would our hotel in Edinburgh have a toilet seat of this particular shape?


My boyfriend Michael, via Skype last night, tried to figure this out, like so: Speculations about the anatomy of the locals.

I have figured this out.  There are a lot of truly interesting shapes to see, in this world of ours (even if square-assed Scots* are not one of them).

I cannot figure this out. Why has our hotel in Edinburgh set such a low data-transfer limit for internet users?

I have figured this out. If you clearly and politely state your needs to somebody who can help you, you will most likely reach a solution. Even though there are inconveniences to using my laptop here — including (1) very slow photo loading, (2) interruptions in Skype and other applications, and (3) needing to use a new username/password every time I exceed the data-transfer limit — I do have unlimited access to the internet here. In other words, the hotel staff will give me as many accounts as I need, every time I ask for them. Therefore, if I practice (1) patience and (2) letting go of expectations, I can show you as many photos as I like AND I can Skype with Michael in Boston every day (even if there are delays along the way). 

I cannot figure this out.  What would possess a human being to spend so much time, energy, and creativity to become this convincing a statue?


I have figured this out. It must pay, well enough, because there are a lot of them here, at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

I cannot figure this out.  Why is it that whenever I encounter a new situation, one thought is, “I’m afraid I will NOT figure this out!”?

I have figured this out (even if I have trouble holding on to it): I will.

Thanks to the staff at our lovely hotel in Edinburgh,  to people everywhere who use toilets (no matter what the shape of their behinds), to humans who move in all sorts of mysterious ways, and to you — of course! — for figuring things out well enough to join me here, today.

* See Reader Rod’s great comment, below, regarding my lack of logic here.

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Day 593: A spot of bother

Whenever I start something different — a trip, a job change, anything new at all — I often start out with some disappointment.

I’m not sure why I get bothered by change, that way. Maybe I’m …

  • anxious,
  • stressed out,
  • cranky
  • expecting too much,  or
  • fearful that any change might be a mistake, making things worse.

These days, at least,  I know enough to EXPECT this  reaction from myself. So, I’m ready for a spot of bother, when I’m starting something new, and I recover from it, more quickly.

Today, my 16-year-old son and I flew from Boston USA to Edinburgh, Scotland (via Philadelphia PA) for a six-day stay at the Fringe Festival.

Sure enough, when we got to our hotel, I felt that old, familiar disappointment.  I think I was bothered, because it wasn’t the familiar place we stayed in, last year. Now, that change was deliberate; we WANTED something new.  I knew to expect difference, going in. Nevertheless, when we made our way to our new hotel, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia, for our experience last year.

Well, the hotel last year DID have an AMAZING view, of Edinburgh Castle.


You can’t beat that, can you?

Today, after my son and I  found out that our hotel room wasn’t ready, we walked around Edinburgh, trying to experience the old and the new, including lots of people attending the Fringe Festival.  I did take some photos but — I’ll warn you —  they’re not that great.  I was jet lagged and my son gets cranky, sometimes, when I stop to take pictures.

However, maybe some of these images are good enough, for now.


That’s a photo I took from the new tram system in Edinburgh, which brought us from the airport to our hotel.

Oooops! I just got a message, on my laptop, saying that I was about to exceed my data transfer limit for my internet access in the hotel

Yikes!  I’d better find out what I can do about that.

I may very well  be disappointed about internet access here, especially if I compare that data transfer limit to every other hotel I’ve blogged from, since January 1, 2013.

It’s a good thing I committed to posting only one photo a day here, from Edinburgh.

Here’s the photo I definitely wanted to show you, today:




Hmmm. I’m not sure if that image is even showing up here. If you can’t see it, it’s a photo I took on the plane, of the book I’m reading.

A Spot of Bother,” by Mark Haddon.

So far, I LOVE it.

Thanks to Mark Haddon, to my son, to the good people of Edinburgh, to those who are on the fringe, to people who do their best to let go of disappointment and unhelpful comparisons, to friends old and new,  and to you — of course! — for taking the bother to be here, today.

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Day 592: On her way

I was on my way to my car, after work yesterday, when “On Her Way” by Pat Metheny started playing.

(YouTube video found here)

This squirrel was on her (or his) way somewhere, too.

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If that squirrel were on its way to Edinburgh, Scotland (like my son and I later today) and asking me for directions, I might wonder whether gray squirrels (rather than red or black squirrels) were native there. About 150 days ago (but who’s counting?),  I wrote a post that included squirrels, and learned from my WordPress readers that different places in the world have different colored squirrels. Would a squirrel from Boston, Massachusetts, USA feel at home in the UK?

I’ve been to Edinburgh twice before, and I remember feeling comfortable there. But no way could I speak for any visiting squirrels.

When I was on my way to checking out my blog post about squirrels — to make sure I included all their colors —  I discovered this post (written when I was on my way to returning to work after a long bout with pneumonia), which reminded me to pack this button in my suitcase:


I don’t need to pack the blue jean jacket shown there, because I’m wearing it on the plane today.

I was on my way to showing you more photos from my walk away from work yesterday, but I got distracted by squirrels, buttons, etc. Here are more of yesterday’s shots:

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And while I might get caught up with one thing on my way through any (neighbor)hood — like that Hood Milk blimp, yesterday, on its way around Fenway Park — I’ll notice other things, too.

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I know that, in Edinburgh, they use a different word for at least one of those things, above.

When I’m on my way anywhere, I especially notice people.  For example, when I snapped this yesterday


some Red Sox fans saw that, and immediately posed.


Then, the guy on the right gave me a high-five, on my way past him.

Minutes later, I got ANOTHER high-five from this guy, who I usually see at my workplace parking garage (and who appeared in a previous post, here).

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I often hear, from others, that people in Boston are not friendly. I don’t find that to be true. Maybe that’s because I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, so I am used to the kind of friendliness here.

Here are a few more things I’ve become used to, on my way:

  • I  may worry about things that could go wrong, especially before I leave on a trip.
  • I may feel some anxiety and even disappointment, when I first arrive at a new location.
  • I get used to new places pretty quickly.
  • I can have fun, even when I haven’t had enough sleep.

I’m on my way to feeling better, right now.

Okay! There are just a few more photos I want to show you this morning, on my way to ending this post.

Actually, at this point, that would be procrastinating.  I’m on my way, to finish packing!

Thanks to Pat Metheny, the good people in Boston, anyone else who contributed to the creation of this post, those who are welcoming everywhere, and to you — of course! — for stopping on your way, today.

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Day 591: And When I Die

When I was in my mid-teens, “And When I Die” was one my favorite songs.

Here are three versions, from YouTube:   Blood, Sweat &Tears,

(found here )

Peter Paul and Mary,

(found here)

and Laura Nyro 

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…  who wrote “And When I Die,” when she was in her mid-teens.

Here are the lyrics:

And when I die and when I’m dead, dead and gone,
there’ll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.

I’m not scared of dying and I don’t really care.
If it’s peace you find in dying, well, then let the time be near.
If it’s peace you find in dying, and if dying time is here,
just bundle up my coffin cause it’s cold way down there,
I hear that’s it’s cold way down there, yeah, crazy cold way down there.
And when I die and when I’m gone,
there’ll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.

My troubles are many, they’re as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain’t no heaven but I pray there ain’t no hell.
Swear there ain’t no heaven and pray there ain’t no hell,
but I’ll never know by living, only my dying will tell,
only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell.
And when I die and when I’m gone,
there’ll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.

Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.
And when I die and when I’m gone,
there’ll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.

And when that song is on my mind — like, now — what might that mean?

  1. Lots of people, including those in my therapy groups, have been talking about death and dying this week (perhaps because of Robin Williams).
  2. I am flying on a plane, tomorrow, to Edinburgh, Scotland, with my one child born.
  3. I’ve thought a lot about death, since before I first heard that song (probably because of medical challenges I’ve faced my whole life).
  4. A few days ago, my son said to me, “I’ll probably read your blog after you die” (which I found comforting).

These are all just guesses.

Guesses are going to have to be good enough today, people, because I have to go to work!

And when I end  —  and before I’m gone — there’ll be one photo shown:


Thanks to my son; to Laura Nyro; to Blood, Sweat & Tears;  to Peter, Paul and Mary; to people who work in groups; to those who deal with death and dying; and to you — of course! — for being here, now.

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Day 590: Plug

I really want to start this post with a definition of the word “plug.”  However, I’m afraid to do that, right now, because — in the past — when I’ve copied and pasted a definition here, it has often wreaked havoc with the formatting of my post, in horrifying ways.

I’m noticing my use of the word “horrifying,” right there.  That seems like an extreme, overly dramatic word … doesn’t it?  I mean, what’s so terrible about a blog post with screwed up spacing, type styles, and other formatting problems?

Okay!  I’m going to take a breath, and insert a definition of “plug,” which I just found on Google:

Before I do, though, I’m trying to remember … will I reduce the chances for disaster if I use the “quote” button at the top of this Create a Post page?

I can’t remember.  Oh, no!

I still seem to be anxious about this. I wonder why?

Well, for one thing, I’m using a new WordPress way for creating a new post, this morning. Things looking new and otherwise seeming unfamiliar can definitely increase my sense of danger.

Well, I’m going to resolve — for the second time, in this post! — to take a deep breath and just plug in the definition of the word “plug,” right now…. consequences be damned!


Okay, I made the decision to use the Quote Button, above, to plug in the definition of “plug.”  However, I also have another decision to make: shall I use regular “Paste” or “Paste and Match Style”?


I’ve already made several plugs, in this post so far, for letting go of anxiety by

  1. letting go of catastrophizing
  2. taking a breath
  3. taking a plunge
  4. having faith that things will work out, well enough, no matter what decision I choose, at any point

… but I don’t seem to be listening to myself.

(deep breath)

Okay, here we go:

noun: plug; plural noun: plugs
  1. an obstruction blocking a hole, pipe, etc.
    “somewhere in the pipes there is a plug of ice blocking the flow”
    synonyms: stopper, bung, cork, seal, spile More

    • a circular piece of metal, rubber, or plastic used to stop the drain of a bathtub or basin and keep the water in it.
    • NORTH AMERICAN informal
      a baby’s pacifier.
    • a mass of solidified lava filling the neck of an old volcano.
    • (in gardening) a young plant or clump of grass with a small mass of soil protecting its roots, for planting in the ground.
  2. a device for making an electrical connection, especially between an appliance and a power supply, consisting of an insulated casing with metal pins that fit into holes in an outlet.
  3. informal
    a piece of publicity promoting a product, event, or establishment.
    “he threw in a plug, boasting that the restaurant offered many entrées for under $5”
    synonyms: advertisement, promotion, commercial, recommendation, mention,good word; More

  4. a piece of tobacco cut from a larger cake for chewing.
    synonyms: wad, quid, twist, chew, cake, stick More

    • tobacco in large cakes designed to be cut for chewing.
      noun: plug tobacco; plural noun: plugs tobacco
    a lure with one or more hooks attached.
  6. short for fireplug.
  7. .
    NORTH AMERICAN informal
    a tired or old horse.
verb: plug; 3rd person present: plugs; past tense: plugged; past participle: plugged; gerund or present participle: plugging
  1. block or fill in (a hole or cavity).
    “trucks arrived loaded with gravel to plug the hole and clear the road”
    synonyms: stop (up), seal (up/off), close (up/off), cork, stopper, bung, block (up/off), fill (up) More

    • insert (something) into an opening so as to fill it.
      “the baby plugged his thumb into his mouth”
  2. informal
    mention (a product, event, or establishment) publicly in order to promote it.
    “during the show he plugged his new record”
    synonyms: publicize, promote, advertise, mention, bang the drum for, draw attention to; More

  3. NORTH AMERICAN informal
    shoot or hit (someone or something).
    synonyms: shoot, gun down; More

  4. informal
    proceed steadily and laboriously with a journey or task.
    “during the years of poverty, he plugged away at his writing”
    synonyms: toil, labor, slave away, soldier on, persevere, persist, keep on; More

early 17th century: from Middle Dutch and Middle Low German plugge, of unknown ultimate origin.

Nothing awful has happened here, so far.  I did have to get rid of some extraneous numbers, in the definition above, but that took me … all of one minute.

AND, now that I’ve plugged in that definition, and returned to the regular formatting of this post, things SEEM to be normal enough.

However, in times past, I’ve thought things were okay, but when I’ve done a Preview of the post, I’ve seen unexpected problems.

But, you know what?  I can deal with that. We’ll all survive, no matter what this post looks like.  We’ve proved that — over Five Hundred and Ninety days of posting — haven’t we?

There’s nothing to do now, except plug in some photos I’ve taken recently that fit in with this post.

Here’s #1 (taken two days ago):


And here’s another one (a #2 definition, actually), taken this morning:


Before I (1) end this post, (2) continue to prepare for my trip to Scotland in two days, and (3) leave for work, I would like to make a plug (first definition #3, above) for the following helpful things:


I’d also like to include something else we’ve added to that list in my office, since I last showed you that:

Have faith in your own process.

Hmmm. I just discovered one disadvantage of using the NEW WordPress way of creating a new post. I don’t see, right now, how to add a link to a previous post.

That’s OK. I can plug that leak, no problem!

Thanks to all those who let go of fear, try new things, and use plugs (especially for themselves).  And a special thanks to you — of course! — for plugging away (last definition) with me, today.

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Day 589: One Thing

`12On August 12, 2014, as I prepare for a trip to the United Kingdom, I would like to focus on one thing.

Here’s a quote about One Thing, from the movie City Slickers:

(found here on YouTube)

Focusing on one thing, and letting go of all distractions, allows one to be mindful and more present in the moment. That can reduce anxiety.

Does it matter what that One Thing is?

What do you think?

Because I tend to have lots of things on my mind, at any one time, here’s a list of possible One Things for me, today:

  • It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death, six years ago.
  • Robin Williams, whose genius and life-force seemed huge and unstoppable, is no longer with us.
  • Traveling can bring up fears and anxieties, for me.
  • I have too much to do at work, as usual.

Geesh!  Having a list, like that, of MORE than one thing … kind of defeats my purpose, doesn’t it?

What to do?

Well, listening to music often helps me focus on one thing.  But what one musical thing should I choose, today?

I see that One Direction, a UK group, has a song called “One Thing.” However, I don’t know that song, so I’m going to do what I usually do. That is, I’m going to share, with you, the one tune that’s playing in my head, right now.

If you play that YouTube video until the end, you’ll find out why that one tune was on my mind.

What else did I want to tell you this morning, about the concept of One Thing?

I decided, over the weekend, that — in order to make things easy on me and my son, while we are attending the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh, Scotland — I may choose to show only one photo, each day, in my blog posts.

That’s very different from what I usually do, though. And breaking old habits is very difficult.

To practice for this possible new habit, today I’d like to show you only one photo, which I took yesterday.

But how to decide which one photo to show?  As usual, I took several photos yesterday, not knowing what my blogging topic would be today.

And here’s one thing you should know about me:  I love multiple possibilities, choices, and options.

I know! I’ll practice limiting my photographic choices today,but I’ll still show you more than one thing I took yesterday.

After all, I MAY show you more than one photo daily, from Scotland. It just helps me to know I have the option to include only One Thing.

I now choose these four shots from yesterday (in order of appearance):

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I would like to end this post with one thing from Robin Williams.

My first choice, for that, would be an amazing  stand-up routine I spent a long time searching for, just last week, so I could share it with my son:  “Come Inside My Mind” from his 1979 album Reality … What a Concept.

I can’t include that here, right now. But one thing I can share is his final words from Reality … What a Concept (see Robin Williams Wikiquotes):

There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, “People–they’re kinda like flowers, and it’s been a privilege walking in your garden.” My love goes with you.

Many thanks today, to one and all.

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