Today, my beloved Mazda
Does it seem strange to you that I call a car “beloved”?
I be somebody who seems to be loving a lot of things in my life.
For example, there are many things in the following pictures I could call “beloved”:
Which of those photos is most beloved by you?
Some of those photos be deceptive (e. g., I don’t drink coffee). However, one of those beloved photos contains my best beloved (even though that might be less obvious to my beloved readers).
Can you guess which photo that be?
Here’s a photo I took seconds before the one shown above:
That be my beloved son, Aaron, in a local production of
Here’s my beloved niece, Victoria, also in that production:
Here’s my beloved Aaron, again, jumping on a couch, reminding me of Tom Cruise when he was telling Oprah Winfrey about his then beloved Katie Holmes:
What is most beloved by you?
Even though my work — providing group psychotherapy for the patients of a Primary Care Practice in a Boston teaching hospital — is very beloved by me, so are beloved vacations, when I can get a beloved
I don’t know how restful my trip will be to the beloved Festival Fringe with my beloved son and my beloved ex-sister-in-law, but I be loving that we’ll be seeing beloved musicals Rent and Sweeney Todd in beloved Edinburgh Scotland, very soon.
Because I just joined a Facebook group of people who have the same belovedly unusual kind of heart that I have, I might be seeing two people with congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (belovedly abbreviated to “cctga”) during my beloved visit to beloved Edinburgh in the beloved month of August (when I lost my beloved mother, seven beloved years ago).
Here‘s one of my most beloved songs, from Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd:
Beloved thanks to my beloved son, mother, niece, ex-sister-in-law, Stephen Sondheim, groups, hearts, cars, and you — of course! — for be loving whatever you do, today.