Monthly Archives: December 2016

Day 1451: Where is love?

Where is love?

An orphan asks that question in the musical Oliver!

 

A teabag answers that question, as follows:

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Where is love in my other photos from yesterday?

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Where is love for you?

Here is love to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for visiting me today.

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Day 1450: Tradishes

It’s a tradish around here for me to get my post titles from something I saw the day before.

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Another tradish here at The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally is to link the rest of my photos, somehow, to the day’s topic.

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There’s Danise from cardiac rehab, with her tradish stethoscope.

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That’s a holiday tradish I saw posted on the wall at Whole Foods Market.

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It’s a tradish around here for me to get a medical bill for an outrageous amount of money.  As is my tradish, I called the medical facility and my health insurance company to straighten this out.

Here are some new holiday tradishes:  the Christmas Bunny …

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…. and the Christmas pig.

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It’s hard for me not to be a Christmas pig when my boyfriend Michael does his tradish of making me a delish fish dish for dinner.

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Here another portion of my friend Janet’s tradish Christmas greeting:

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Speaking of cups of tea, here’s my tradish of including sayings from tea bags:

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Because I  slept un-tradish-ionally late today, I have to conclude this post, right now, with gratitude to all who helped me with today’s tradishes and to  you — of course! — no matter what tradish you wish to dish about here.

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Day 1449: Can I get an “Amen”?

Can I get an “Amen” for winter greetings?

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Can I get an “Amen” for another fabulous Christmas greeting masterpiece from my friend Janet?

Can I get an “Amen” for how laundry can become overwhelming?

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Can I get an “Amen” for the healing power of cookies?

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Can I get an “Amen” for my amenable family members?

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Can I get an “Amen” for the wisdom on teabags?

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Can I get an “Amen” for the Amazing Amen chorus from Handel’s Messiah, a piece of music that gave me peace of mind as I sang it, piece by piece, last night?

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Can I get an “Amen” for that performance of the Amen Chorus  by singers from Oman?

Or for this one conducted by Otto  Klemperer (starting at 3:47)?

 

Can I get an “Amen” for staying alert, aware, and active,  but also at peace for the next four years?

Can I get an “Amen” for completing this blog post

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well within the time I need to get to cardiac rehab this morning?

Can I get an “Amen” for everyone who helped me create today’s blog post and — Amen! — for you, my amenable, amazing, and admirable readers?

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Day 1448: I feel bad

Because of various medical and political tribulations over the past few months,  when I wake up every morning I feel bad.

I feel bad about feeling bad, so as soon as I wake up, I do my best to feel better by

  • blogging,
  • exercising,
  • showering,
  • eating nutritious and delicious food,
  • drinking plenty of water,
  • connecting with people I love,
  • spending time with animals and/or nature,
  • taking care of an obligation or two,
  • laughing,
  • practicing kindness, compassion, and caring, and
  • capturing images on my iPhone.

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I feel bad that I took only three photos yesterday. I feel bad that the last picture is so fuzzy.

I feel better when I let someone know I feel bad.

When I feel bad, music also helps me feel better.

 

What do you do when you feel bad?

I feel bad whenever I forget to express gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and  — of course! — to you, no matter how you’re feeling, here and now.

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Day 1447: Life is short

Yesterday, the wonderful Kathy at cardiac rehab said to me

Life is short

when we were discussing my long-lived wish to live the rest of my short life near a beautiful body of water.

Whenever somebody says

Life is short

I agree with that person, even though I’ve lived  much longer than most people expected I would.

To me,

Life is short

means

  • seize the moment,
  • don’t waste time,
  • do what you love,
  • spend time with good people,
  • enjoy yourself,
  • don’t settle for less,
  • take care of yourself,
  • be mindful,
  • balance your needs with other people’s needs,
  • do what works,
  • accept and experience all your feelings, and
  • appreciate the here and now.

What does

Life is short

mean to you?

Here are the pictures I took yesterday when I was seizing the moment, not wasting time, doing what I loved, spending time with good people, enjoying myself, not settling for less, taking care of myself, being mindful, balancing my needs with other people’s needs, doing what worked, accepting and experiencing all my feelings, and appreciating the here and now:

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Because life is short, I won’t keep you much longer, but here’s a short song with lots of life.

Short thanks from this short person to all those who helped me write this short post and — of course! —  to you, for improving my short life with your short visit, today.

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Day 1446: Safe places

What are safe places, for you?   That’s the question I asked people in the safe place of my therapy group last night.

WordPress is a safe place for me to share how I answered my own question:

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Are there safe places  in any of my other photos from yesterday?

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Today, even though the temperatures are SOOOO COOOOLD  in  New England (where they hate us because they ain’t us), I’m going to safely visit many places including cardiac rehab, the clinic where I get my INR blood levels tested, my workplace, and the south shore of Boston (which may be a safe place to relocate to).

YouTube is a safe place for me to find music and musicians I love.

 

Your secret’s safe with us if you comment in a safe place, below.

Safe-placed thanks to all who helped me  safely create this post and to you — of course! — for making this place safer, here and now.

 

 

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Day 1445: What’s in store?

What’s in store for this blog post?  The usual new photos stored on my iPhone,  some thoughts and feelings  being stored in the here and now, and music that’s stored on YouTube.

What in store for the next four years?  What’s in store for this moment?  What’s in store for the moment after that?  Only everything.

People in my therapy group yesterday did not know what topic was in store for them, until we decided to write and draw about the concept of “home.”

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This present was in store for me at work:

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All these things were in store for me during the rest of the day:

 

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I didn’t know tears were in store for me, but here I am, crying, as I create this post.  Those tears were probably stored up  from my  recent open heart surgery, the additional surgery I had to undergo soon after that because of a recalled pacemaker battery, and the U.S. election.

The message that was stored on the teabag that was in store for me last night stores the truth:

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By listening you comfort me.

Here‘s the music in store today (which I listened to twice, yesterday, for comfort):

 

I wonder what comments are in store for me?

Stored up thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — whose appreciated presence was a present in store for me today.

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Day 1444: A relaxed mind …

How would you complete this sentence?

A relaxed mind …

Here are ways that I would complete that sentence.  A relaxed mind …

  • has been difficult for me to attain since my recent open heart surgery and the U.S. presidential election,
  • is something I invite  in my therapy groups,
  • is an unusual mind in today’s busy, noisy, and rushed environment,
  • is a helpful break from anxiety, worry, and  fear, as well as cognitive distortions including fortune telling, catastrophizing, mind reading, and shoulds.

Here’s how a teabag would complete that sentence:

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Do any of my other photos from yesterday complete that sentence?

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Here‘s music for a relaxed mind:

 

A relaxed mind is one that is capable of expressing gratitude.

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Day 1443: Home is where…

Home is where I’m writing this blog post.

“Home is where the heart is,” my late mother used to say, at my childhood home.

Home is where people feel comfortable enough to wear ugly sweaters for Christmas.

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Cardiac rehab is where Carla showed me her winning sweater, above,  for the “Ugliest Sweater Contest” she competed in at home.

Cardiac rehab, which feels like home because of Carla and the other friendly staff there, is also where I saw this, yesterday:

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Home is where my boyfriend Michael cooks me delicious meals, like this one:

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Home is where Michael played  the  song “Home”  for me when we first moved to our current home.

 

Home is where I’m posting one more image before I leave my home for work today.

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Thanks to all for helping me feel more at home, here and now.

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Day 1442: Entertaining

Here’s the first entertaining image I captured yesterday.

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Today, my boyfriend Michael and I are looking at a home described this way on the entertaining website Trulia:

This charming and sunny single-family home features an open floor plan on the first level of the home, making it perfect for entertaining.

Actually, Michael and I do very little entertaining, even though we’re pretty entertaining people. I find it entertaining that the Trulia description completely omits the most entertaining aspect of this home for me: it’s REALLY close to the entertaining Atlantic ocean.  I’ve decided that because I find U.S. politics so completely unentertaining, I need the entertainment of long walks on the  Massachusetts seashore.

Speaking of the entertaining Massachusetts seashore,  my entertaining boyfriend and I recently saw the movie Manchester by the Sea.  You might find it entertaining to know that I grew up in an entertaining town very close to Manchester-by-the-Sea  on the North Shore of Boston, and I find it entertaining that Manchester-by-the-Sea was just called Manchester back then. Here’s a quote from entertaining Wikipedia:

To prevent confusion with the nearby and much larger city of Manchester, New Hampshire, the name of the town was officially changed in 1989 following a close town meeting vote that year and an act of the state legislature passed on September 25, 1989.

By the way, Manchester by the Sea is an  amazing movie. It’s an incredible combination of soulful humanity, searing tragedy, unblinking honesty, superb acting, skillful direction, beautiful cinematography, and  surprisingly entertaining dialog — a film I will always remember.  If I were  an entertainment critic, I would strongly urge you to see it. Also, if you find Boston accents entertaining, there are lots of them in Manchester by the Sea.

That reminds me of this very entertaining clip parodying Boston-based movies from Late Night with Seth Myers:

 

It’s time for my other entertaining pictures from yesterday!

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Now I have to rush off to another entertaining session at Cardiac Rehab, because the staff there are not entertained when I’m late.

Here’s one more entertaining photo from me:

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