Day 794: Sitting

I am sitting here, in my kitchen, typing on my iPhone, not sure what to include in this post about “Sitting” this morning. 

Where you’re sitting, you could be thinking I’m sitting with little to say about “Sitting.” To unseat that misconception, here’s a sitting list I’m sitting with, right now:

  • On my way to work yesterday, here’s what I saw while I was sitting in my car:





  •  When I got to work, I was sitting with people who are trying to improve their lives through group and individual psychotherapy. 



  • Later, while I was sitting waiting to talk to somebody about financial matters, I saw these:



  • To more clearly show you the size of those chairs, one of these could have been sitting in that photo, rather than just sitting in my backpack:



  • Last night, I saw this right before I left home without my cats:



  • Then, after I was sitting with amazement about GETTING A PARKING SPACE ON THE STREET IN DOWNTOWN BOSTON,  I saw these sitting around the theater district:

















  • Soon, I was sitting (and not sitting) in the mezzanine  of Boston’s Wilbur Theater with my beloved ex-sister-in-law, Deborah, as Los Lobos unseated everybody with an amazing guitar-wailing, roots-shaking, foot-stomping, grab-you-where-you’re-sitting performance. 





As you can see, we weren’t sitting very close. But that sat okay, with me and Deborah.

Another thing about sitting: I’ve been sitting for what seems like months now, waiting for cardiologists to get back to me with recommendations about the very unusual heart sitting in my chest. That reminds me of Jimmy Cliff singing “Sitting in Limbo.”

(If Jimmy Cliff’s live performance of that song is sitting in limbo as you read this post, it’s also sitting in YouTube.) 

Limbo is not so bad if other people are sitting there with you (and making good music, too). 

This post will NOT be sitting well with me unless I include a Los Lobos song I heard last night (also sitting at YouTube, right now):

Many thanks to Deborah, to Los Lobos, to Jimmy Cliff, to people who cope and heal sitting in groups and on their own, to sitting cats and bunny pens, to chairs of all sizes, to all the wonderful people I saw sitting and standing yesterday (including Mary, who reads this blog, at the concert last night), and — of course! — to you, for sitting through this whole post, here and now.

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30 thoughts on “Day 794: Sitting

  1. W. K. Tucker

    Oh, bless your heart, I see you live in Boston. Y’all have been dealing with a cold, white hell this winter. I can barely grasp the scope of it. Down here in The South, we freak out over a few inches of snow.

    • I wish I were sitting somewhere else and freaking out over a few inches of snow! Bless your heart, Kathy, and thank you for this kind comment.

      • W. K. Tucker

        Come down here and sit with me this weekend, Ann. Sunny skies with temps around 70 degrees. I’ll have a place ready for you on my patio. 😊

      • This invitation is sitting well with me, Kathy. Many thanks for your kind generosity.

      • W. K. Tucker

        😊

  2. I’m sitting in my kitchen reading your post. The house dark and silent around me because everybody here is still asleep. And I’m thinking about your photos of snow in Boston and thinking that it’s time you had some warm weather and crocuses there. It’s been summer here since forever, now.

    • Thanks for sitting with me, so sympathetically. I believe that warm weather and crocuses are on their way, at last.

  3. I really enjoyed taking a seat next to you this morning!!

  4. I love to sit thru your posts. I feel privileged to be a part of your audience. BTW, as I was sitting and I came upon your third photo, I had the very urgent need to ask if you minded pulling off, or over, as I ran into Peet’s to get us some coffee.
    ❤️

  5. Ann, loved sitting with you through this post. One of the places I would like to be sitting at this point of my life feels something like the song below – getting there (I hope) slowly but surely! ❤
    Diana xo

  6. I’ve been sitting a lot today watching the snow pile up outside my window. It was a pleasure to read your blog while sitting and take my mind off the snow.

    • And, as always, it’s a pleasure to sit with you and read your comment (and take my mind off the snow, too).

  7. Beth Campbell

    Sitting and pondering my health issues today (I’ll see your unusual heart and raise you two funky lungs) . When I saw the title of today’s blog, the following song immediately by my favorite artist of the ’70s started playing in my head. (My first copy of the song was on vinyl).

  8. Because you were also taking care of some financial matters before not sitting for Los Lobos, Ann, I give to you one of my faves from Sam Cooke.

  9. I hope you’re sitting and relaxed while I read your post because that whiteboard looks great and I really like the idea of using different colors.

    • I like to sit and look at different colors too, Maria. Many thanks for sitting with me here ( and for bringing Julian along).

  10. I really need to do less sitting..

  11. I am sitting in Mexico attempting to catch up on all my email. My MacBook is sitting in the MacBook hospital where it will receive a hard drive transplant. The old hard drive crashed and took a full year of writing, photos, love poems from my boyfriend, and more.
    I am still sitting in shock that my just-barely-out-of-warranty MacBook has done this.
    I have learned that sitting down to back up my computer is critical.

    • I am so sorry about the losses you are sitting with, Emilie. And, as usual, I’m grateful that I get to sit with you, here.

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