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” …
Do you think that everybody wants to be a cat? I hope you express what’s in your very unusual heart in a comment, below.
Thanks, from the bottom of this very unusual heart, to all the very unusual hearts and very unusual cats that helped me create this very unusual post and — as usual! — to you, for reading it.
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?
if you visit that post from two years ago you’ll see other people we encountered again yesterday at the 2017 Festival Fringe, including the very talented Durham Revue?
Scottish coins looks so odd to us that we might confuse it with chocolate coins, which Christina gave to us yesterday?
there would be so many beautiful days in Edinburgh during this time of the year?
somebody taking Coumadin/Warfarin would be able to control her Vitamin K consumption while she’s traveling by eating the exact right amount of spinach every day?
people would be able to keep track of time well enough to make it to all their scheduled shows at a festival like the Fringe?
“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,
losing things,
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.
One of my keys to happiness is learning about the experience of others. So I am happy to ask you, here and now, about your keys to happiness.
Another key to happiness, for me, is sharing my thoughts and photos in this daily blog.
That’s the key to our hotel in Edinburgh, lying on a table at Petit Paris, a French restaurant we always visit here. Travel and great food are other keys to happiness, I think.
Do you see more keys to happiness in my other photos from yesterday?
It’s not imaginary that another key to happiness is associating with good humans, like my ex-sister-in-law’s husband Joe …
… and comedian Ron Lynch (who was playing in several unrecognizable keys on stage yesterday).
Here’s another Key to Happiness in recognizable keys, on YouTube.
Thanks to all who gave me every key to happiness I needed to create today’s post and to my readers (including you!) who are more keys to my happiness.
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?
Last night, Ron, Aaron, and I saw legendary Boston comedian and humane human Barry Crimmins share his trenchant views about humanity at another Fringe show.
Ron introduced us to Barry, saying, “She took my stand-up comedy class in Boston years ago and now he does stand up!” It’s amazing what humans can do.
Barry Crimmins, like the Edinburgh Fringe, has spent many years defying the norm. Here’s Barry with some other comedic humans:
This human likes to end her blogs with gratitude, so thanks to all the humans who helped me create today’s post and thanks to you — of course! — for being human, here and now.
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