At first, I thought I’d be naming this post
Green and Yellow
… because I saw a lot of green and a lot of yellow yesterday.
Here are some of the greens:
Ahhhh. That was restful. Do you feel as green and renewed, now, as I did yesterday?
Yes, “Green” could easily be a part of my post title today, especially since the last photo I snapped yesterday was of a green cashier who was in training at the green supermarket Whole Foods at Fresh Pond in Cambridge (very close to all those green shots I’d taken earlier). Here is that wonderfully green cashier, Helena:
Helena, despite being green, bravely guessed that I was a psychotherapist and that my boyfriend Michael was a professor of Philosophy, just by engaging with us for five minutes. I, a psychotherapist, was green with envy at Helena’s powers of observation and guessing. Although Michael never went to college, he told Helena that an online IQ test said he should be a “Visionary Philosopher.” I thought both Michael and Helena were the opposite of yellow (which can mean “cowardly”) and, before we left Whole Foods, I sought out Helena’s manager to praise Helena’s green and impressive skills.
Getting back to the point I made, above (when this post was still green), a green reader of this blog might insist that I include “Green” in the title of this post. Indeed, I even have some perfect images for “Green and Yellow”:
However, I very recently published a post titled “Greens” and non-green readers know that I don’t like repeating myself.
… before my non-green-and-yellow cell phone ran out of power.
It’s occurring to me now that, in the English language, the word “yellow” doesn’t have a lot of positive connotations. My immediate associations with “yellow” are
- Cowardly and
- A “lemon” of a car.
Maybe that’s why I’ve never even considered getting a yellow car, before yesterday. However, this man
… Neran, helped me feel much braver about doing something green and new. Also, when I mentioned to Neran that I was a psychotherapist (even though Neran is less green than Helena, he didn’t guess that about me), I found out that Neran
- also works with people with mental illness and
- Neran’s supervisor, for that other job, is MY long-time and brave supervisor, Ross, from a previous job.
Anyway, perhaps I could tie up this “Yellow” post with a perfect ribbon, but I need to get to work where — among other things — I have to find out if I have really have the green to buy one of those yellow beauties, above.
Before, I do, what music matches the colors in this post?
Yellow thanks to Bonnie, Helena, Michael, Neran, and Ross*, to colorful rides everywhere, to all the boys in my life (including my 17-year-old son, Aaron), to the Fresh Pond area of Cambridge Massachusetts USA, and to you — of course! — for coming along for this green and yellow ride, today.
- in alphabetical order, because I greenly and yellowly felt like it.