Day 2587: Retiring

My beloved coworker Terry, one of the least retiring people I know and owner of The Daily Bitch Calendar, is retiring.

I unretiringly love:

• Terry,
• that Terry wore a tiara to her retirement party yesterday,
• the non-retiring way she posed for that photo, knowing it would be in today’s blog, and
•  that another beloved coworker, Lauren, made a video in honor of Terry’s retiring, which included many coworkers saying how much they appreciate Terry, her commitment to the patients in the practice, and her straightforward, real, honest, and non-retiring ways.

What are the chances that I was in that Terry-is-retiring video, holding the perfect  Daily Bitch calendar page?

I’m really sad that Terry is retiring but I’m also really happy that she is following her dreams and will be spending more time with her wonderful husband, daughter and grandchildren.   I’m also glad I’ll be remembering Terry every day when I share The Daily Bitch Calendar in this daily, non-retiring blog.

You probably know that I’m not retiring about sharing, so here are other images I captured on the momentous day celebrating Terry’s retiring:

I’m so glad that Terry is part of the universe.

I just found these three songs about retiring  (here,  here, and here on YouTube):

I hope you’re not retiring about leaving a comment about this “Retiring” post.

As always, I’m not retiring about expressing my thanks to all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.

 

Day 2586: What are the chances?

What are the chances that

• I’d still be blogging daily after seven chance-filled years,
• I’ve never used the word “chance” or “chances” in a title before, and
• two photos I took yesterday had to do with chances?

What are the chances that there are at least  two timely quotes about chances from Mark Twain?

Necessity is the mother of taking chances.

When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.

What are the chances of anybody understanding the meaning of this button, which I found on the floor of my car?

What are the chances of anybody being able to read this blurry photo?

What are the chances of there being a cat in today’s blog?

What are the chances of there being a dog in today’s blog?

What are the chances that traffic is going to suck in Boston today?

What are the chances that somebody would give somebody they love this t-shirt as gift?

What are the chances that there are several  “Chances Are” songs (here, here, here, and here on YouTube)?

What are the chances that I knew about only one of those songs before today?

What are the chances that you’re going to comment about this post?

Finally, what are the chances that I’ll end this post with gratitude?

 

Day 2585: I don’t want to bore you

I don’t want to bore you, but yesterday morning I heard  Stevie Wonder singing about not wanting to bore you either:

Personally, I’m not bored, at all, and I wonder why so many people worry about being boring. People are SO interesting, as I hope you can see in these photos from yesterday:

I don’t want to bore you with it, but Michael cooked a new fish last night.

I don’t want to bore you with this story, but when I was in my first year at college, one of my professors told us on the first day of class that he would not remember any of our names and quoted a biology professor saying, “Whenever I remember the name of a student, I forget the name of a fish.”

I don’t want to you bore you with this, but I can’t remember the name of that new fish Michael cooked last night.

I don’t want to bore you with this, but

• I get my teeth cleaned every three months because  I got endocarditis three times in my life,
• I’m getting my teeth cleaned today,
• I haven’t gotten endocarditis for ten years,
• I’m seeing my cardiologist Dr. Deeb Salem next week about my very unusual heart, and
• I’m doing fine, even if I worry at times.

I don’t want to bore you with it, but I’m in the photo at the beginning of this post:

I don’t want to bore you by quoting more lyrics of the Stevie Wonder song but “I don’t want to bore you with it, but I love you, I love you, I love you.”

 

Day 2584: Incredible life moments

Last night, after spending many incredible life moments at work and at home, I watched An American in Paris with these incredible life moments:

Comments from you are incredible life moments for me.

Thanks to all who help me share incredible life moments in this blog, including YOU.

Day 2583: What do you have to say?

What do you have to say when a 41-year-old sports superstar, his 13-year-old daughter, and seven other irreplaceable people die in a helicopter crash?

Maybe you don’t have to say anything.  Maybe you can just be.

When I typed in “moment of silence” on YouTube, it automatically filled in “moment of silence for Kobe” and shared this, this, this, this, and this:

Also moments of silence for Gianna Bryant, Alyssa Altobelli, Keri Altobelli, John Altobelli,  Christina Mauser, and all who died tragically.

Thank you, again,  for being here, now.

Day 2582: Send the right message

Yesterday, after I tried to send the right message to my blog readers for the 2581st consecutive time, I saw this message at my local post office:

And I thought, how do we send the right message? And what makes a message right? And even if we do figure out how to send the right message, who’s to say how different people will receive and understand our message?

I don’t know if this is the right message, but I wonder what messages our governments and the media are sending these days. I also wonder if anybody is listening to other people’s messages.  It seems like most people have decided what messages they are going to hear and they are not open to hearing any new messages, no matter how right they are.

Lately, I’ve been choosing to send the right message mostly through photos, like these:

When I was walking by the beach yesterday, I heard“Message in a Bottle” by the Police.

Millions of people have gotten that message of “I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world.” Is that the right message?

I look forward to any messages you send in the comments section, below.

Thanks to the amazing people who help me create the messages in this daily blog and to all who read those messages, like YOU!

Day 2581: What would you wish for?

On this 2581st day of this daily blog (which is also the Lunar New Year), what would you wish for?

Would you wish for

• health,
• happiness,
• love,
• laughter,
• life,
• peace,
• prosperity,
• everyone to be happy,
• no snow,
• people to be nicer,
• moments of joy,
• universal health care,
• a cure for cancer,
• a salary raise,
• no student debt,
• mental health,
• yoga,
• self care,
• safety,
• a trip,
• 50,000 steps a week,
• a new label maker,
• kindness, and/or
• for wishes to come true?

Would you wish for more photos from me?

I also wish for a good birthday for myself on 02/02/2020, for great music like this …

… and for comments about what you wish for.

I wish you knew how much I appreciate all those who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.

Day 2580: Allow for the possibility

Allow for the possibility that there’s a new helpful phrase on my whiteboard at work.

Allow for the possibility that

• your worst fear is not true,
• you matter more to other people than you think,
• others will follow their conscience,
• people can place long-term advantages above short-term profits and greed,
• we can work together towards common goals no matter what our differences, and
• some of my other photos from yesterday fit today’s topic.

Allow for the possibility that Michael’s cooking keeps getting better.

Allow for the possibility that Texas State University students did a great job performing “The Art of the Possible” from the musical Evita:

Allow for the possibility that

• comments are turned off for that YouTube video and
• your comments are welcomed here, below.

Allow for the possibility that I’m grateful you’re reading this blog, here and now, and that I want you back in the future.

Day 2579: Proud to be

Proud to be

• a blogger,
• a facilitator of groups where people talk about decisions (and other important issues),

• someone who follows my dreams,

• a  healthcare worker,

• a functioning adult,

• somebody who notices requests and rules,

• a person with an unusual heart,

• somebody who gives respect and gets it,

• loud,

• quiet, and thankful every day.

What are you proud to be?

 

Day 2578: Hate’s a strong word

Whenever I use the word “hate” (which I have in blogs here and here), my husband Michael says:

Hate’s a strong word, Ann.

The other day, Michael used the word “hate.”  I said, “You always say that hate’s a strong word, Michael!”  He replied, “It is a strong word, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t things to hate.”

I hate when my memory doesn’t do justice to what somebody else said, like just now.

Last night, I said I hated something and Michael, as usual, replied, “Hate’s a strong word, Ann.”  I said,  “That’s going to be the title of my blog tomorrow.”

Let’s see if the strong word of hate shows up in the photos I took yesterday.

I hate to be late for work, so I need to wrap up today’s blog quickly.

There are lots of songs about hate and here’s one of them:

Do you think hate’s a strong word?  I look forward to all your words in the comments section, below.

“Thanks” is another strong word and thanks to all who help me create all the words in these posts, including YOU.