Because “judgy” is a relatively new word, I’m judging how to spell it. I am judgily choosing the e-less spelling, because “judgy” goes well with “non-judgmentally.”
Yesterday, as my judgy son Aaron and judgy I walked around and judged what we eyed in beautiful Edinburgh, we had a long conversation, covering many judgy and non-judgmental topics, which I judged wonderful.
I hope you’re not too judgy when you see how few photos I took yesterday.
Because I am very judgy about fudge, I’m bringing back some incredibly delicious salted dark chocolate fudge from Edinburgh for my judgy boyfriend, Michael. By the way, Aaron told me yesterday that he judges Michael and my relationship the best partnership he’s ever seen. That makes my judgy heart glad.
Here’s a judgy video from judgy YouTube.
Thanks to all who helped this judgy Ann Judith create this judgy post and — OF COURSE! — to you, for visiting The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally.
Even though the weather was gloomy, most of the beautiful river walkway to the museum was blocked off because of temporary damage due to rain, and I have a cold, I still believe that everything is going to be alright. Do you?
Is everything alright in these other photos from Edinburgh?
I took that photo quietly last night as workers ripped down weeks and weeks of thousands of posters quietly and noisily. Some used chain saws and other unquiet tools to remove the evidence of the month-long festival. Soon after we witnessed the beginning of that inevitable process, my son Aaron and I saw and heard noisy events like fireworks over Edinburgh Castle and a talented Shakespearean troupe performing an unquiet version of Romeo and Juliet in which Juliet was sh*t-faced.
Do you see inevitable quiet in my other photos from yesterday?
As Shakespeare wrote at the inevitable quiet of another play’s ending, “The rest is silence …..”
I don’t know if this was inevitable for the entire run of Sh*t-Faced Romeo and Juliet at the Edinburgh Fringe, but on the last night both Romeo and Juliet also lived, to my quiet satisfaction. Those two young deaths are inevitably depressing.
I hope there’s not too much inevitable quiet in the comments section for this post. That would also be depressing.
Inevitable thanks to all who helped me create today’s quiet and unquiet post and — OF COURSE! — to you, for visiting. Make some noise, people!
My very unusual heart was happy to connect, yesterday, with two people who also have very unusual hearts.
Andrena, Vicki, and I have congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (cctga). That’s a very unusual heart condition and it’s very unusual when three of us can share a heart-to–heart-to-heart talk.
My very unusual heart overflowed with gratitude as we shared what was in our hearts. Then, my very unusual heart spent another unusual day in the heart of their very unusually beautiful and busy city of Edinburgh.
For Andrena, Vicki, and me, living with very unusual hearts is business as usual. Because we’re in this together, we are not afraid.
This very unusual heart loves jazz, so last night I attended ” Jazz at the Movies” …
those same three women met for the first time at the same exact place two years ago?
this blogger, who likes to refer to her old posts, would include a link to that prior meeting here?
my son, after attending several Fringe Festivals in Edinburgh with his mother, would apply to the University of Edinburgh and get admitted to a 5-year program in Mathematics where they probably discuss probability and odds?
“No worries” is a phrase that originated in Australia. I have no worries, this morning, about …
writing my third blog post titled “no worries” in four and a half years of blogging,
linking to those previous blog posts here and here,
people with great expectations perhaps preferring my earlier posts to this one,
taking my time responding to others,
remembering to take my medication,
being on vacation, and
snapping photos wherever and whenever I can.
I have no worries that one of the excellent comedians shown above has a congenital heart condition and that we showed each other our open-heart surgery scars in public. I also have no worries that two of the lovely people portrayed in the photos above are from Australia and say “no worries” instead of “you’re welcome.”
I have no worries about giving you more details in this blog post because
Merrily we roll along to yet another blog post from the Merry Festival Fringe in Merry Olde Edinburgh, Scotland.
Merrily We Roll Along is a Stephen Sondheim musical I’ve been wanting to see for along, long time. Every time we roll merrily along to Edinburgh for our yearly visit, I become less merry, momentarily, when I discover that Merrily We Roll Along has been at the Fringe but has rolled along out of there before we arrive. This year, I rolled along to a different strategy and booked tickets to see Merrily We Roll Along in Boston when I merrily roll along home in September.
Yesterday, as I was merrily rolling along the Royal Mile, I saw this:
I was so merry to see this that it took Paul …
… several tries to merrily roll me along to an understanding that this was NOT the Sondheim musical but rather the play that musical was based on. Paul, who is the director of the first revival of Kaufman and Hart’s Merrily We Roll Along to roll along in many decades, merrily urged me to roll along to see the play. I merrily agreed, since I’ve been a merry fan of George Kaufman and Moss Hart as the years have rolled along. Indeed, one of my favorite books when I was merrily young was the biography of George S. Kaufman by Howard Teichmann. (If you wish, you can merrily roll along to this description of that book.) Kaufman was not exactly merry but some of the wittiest words I’ve ever merrily read rolled off his tongue. When I was at my first job, I merrily used his line “Forgotten but not gone” about somebody who had quit but hadn’t yet rolled along out of there. That line was merrily received by some.
Shall we merrily roll along to my other photos from yesterday?
Before I merrily roll along to breakfast and then to Merrily We Roll Along, I merrily recommend N.E.A.L. P.O.R.T.E.N.Z.A., LAID, JAYDED, The Durham Revue, and Manual Cinema’s Lula Del Ray. Later this week, we’ll merrily be rolling along to dinner with Neal Portenza (a/k/a Joshua Ladgrove), who is merrily doing a card trick above.
I’m seeing lots of humans (and humanity) in Edinburgh, Scotland, during the 70th Festival Fringe.
Those last three photos include extraordinary humans Ron Lynch and Natalie Palamides. Ron suggested we accompany him yesterday to see Natalie’s wonderful one-woman show, LAID (reviewed here by humans) and so we did, with many other appreciative humans. That last photo shows Natalie talking to another human who also dresses up as an egg in her one-woman Fringe show. What are the chances that more than one human would dress up as an egg at the 70th Festival Fringe?