Does the expression “ring a bell” ring a bell for you?
Here’s the definition, from Google:
revive a distant recollection; sound familiar.
“the name Woodall rings a bell”
For me, the name Woodall does NOT ring a bell. Does that name ring a bell for you?
Here are some things that have been ringing bells for me lately, but differently than they’ve rung in the past:
- Technology and machines have been misbehaving. For example, my WordPress phone application froze this morning, so I deleted it (despite the daunting message “If you delete WordPress you will delete all data”) and then reinstalled it — feeling almost no fear about that.
- I’ve been summoned to a meeting today at work that’s supposed to be very important, with somebody I don’t know, with no explanation about who, why, or what I am expected to do, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
- As I’m writing this, I’m aware of my newly implanted large cardiac device that’s causing me some physical discomfort, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
- I’ve been asked to give a training presentation about my “Coping and Healing” therapy groups in August, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
- I am realizing that I may conceivably hurt somebody’s feelings or offend somebody at some point (an inevitable occurrence in human interactions), but I am feeling almost no fear about that.
Is this post ringing any bells for you, so far?
I thought of the title for today’s post yesterday, when I was walking and listening to music that rings bells for me.
Does that ring any bells?
Here’s the tune — which used to be my phone ring tone — that rang that bell for me, yesterday:
Perhaps these photos I took yesterday will ring some bells:
Bell-ringing thanks to all people, pets, food, and places that helped me write today’s post and special thanks to you — of course! — for whatever bells are ringing, here and now.