Perhaps that’s why I was inspired to capture this image yesterday:
I am now inspired to show you the whole picture which, honestly, made me laugh.
I am inspired that Chobani came up with a new way to describe limitations. When I showed this new yogurt yesterday to my husband Michael, he was inspired to laugh and say “no limes.” I was inspired to reply, “ no pie.”
Are you inspired by any of my other images for today?
Years ago, I attended a training about diversity in which the very excellent presenter suggested that we use “oops” — to indicate that we realized we had made a mistake — and “ouch” — to indicate that we felt hurt — as we negotiated difficult conversations.
I’ve always remembered that, although I can’t remember the name of the very excellent presenter (oops!). I’m still very grateful for the gifts she gave me.
I’ve noticed that, in my long life, I’ve been much more likely to say “oops!” (I’ve made a mistake!) than “ouch!” (I’m hurt!). I think that’s been evening out more as I get older, though.
Two days ago, I slipped and fell on my walk — oops and ouch! I’m healing rather nicely and I’m getting around without a boot now, which allows me to use another handy one-syllable expression.
I don’t have many images to share today — oops! — but I hope you still appreciate today’s post.
I’ve noticed that parents — as we “help prepare a child for whatever path they choose” — often say “oops!” and “ouch!” because we inevitably make mistakes and we care so much.
I wish that lawmakers would recognize their inevitable mistakes (“oops!) and correct for them, because so many people are hurting (ouch!).
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “oops and ouch.”
Yesterday, at an urgent care clinic, a doctor tried to convince me to go to a hospital emergency room to get a CAT scan for possible brain damage.
My brain was surprised by this because I had come to the urgent care clinic suspecting wrist and ankle damage after taking a rather spectacular fall on my daily walk, which was preceded by this tweet:
I’m not showing any signs of brain damage there, am I?
Anyway, because I’m on the blood thinner Coumadin, almost immediately after the fall giant bruises were appearing at all the points of contact I’d had with the ground. My brain was undamaged enough to call my Coumadin nurse, Veronica, before everybody left for the long weekend. Veronica suggested I go to an urgent care clinic to see if the damage included any hairline fractures.
My son Aaron wanted to know if he should cancel our plans to go out to dinner with his friend Clark, who would be arriving soon, but I didn’t want to damage everyone’s evening, so I said “no.”
At the urgent care clinic, they x-rayed my left wrist, right wrist, and my right ankle and found no fractures. Even though I had walked the half-mile back home without pain, my right foot was now so sore that they gave me a walking boot. They said the ankle damage could be a sprain or just internal bleeding because of the Coumadin.
Then, just when I was thinking I had escaped serious damage, a doctor came in all concerned about brain damage and quoted this poem to me:
He bumped his head and went to bed,
And he couldn’t get up in the morning.
That got my brain’s attention, because I always want to get up in the morning. I thought the doctor was mainly concerned about brain damage because I had described hitting the side of my head very slightly in the fall, causing my glasses to fall off. However, she insisted that even if I hadn’t hit my head at all, any fall on Coumadin could cause brain damage and I should get at least one CAT scan, if not two.
I asked what the signs of brain damage would be and she said, “headaches, double vision, nausea, or change of personality.” Telling my son Aaron, his friend Clark, and my husband Michael to be on alert for any brain damage, we went out to dinner as planned and the only cat scan I got was this:
Because my brain is not so damaged that I take foolish risks, I contacted the on-call doctor at my hospital to see what they would suggest and, as I suspected, she was rather surprised about the Urgent Care doctor’s concern about brain damage and supported my decision not to worry about it. Believe me, my brain is damaged enough by worries without adding unnecessary ones at this point.
Do you see any evidence of brain damage in my other images for today?
It seems brain damaged to me that all of today’s National days involve eating dead cows. There seems to be too much brain damage in my country as I write this, and we better use our brains before it’s too late.
Because double vision is one of the signs of brain damage, here’s “Double Vision” by Foreigner.
If you see any evidence of brain damage in this post, please let me know in the comments section, below, and I’ll consider getting a CAT scan.
Thanks to all who help me write these daily posts with my brain and my heart, including YOU!
Last night, I asked a question on Twitter about what people try to avoid:
The many interesting answers include COVID, toxic people, bullets, crowds, drinking, certain types of food, conflict, drama, and (of course!) last questions of the day. There is no avoiding the cleverness and resourcefulness of the people on Twitter.
I notice we humans also try to avoid difficult feelings, like grief — which is a problem during these grief-inducing times. I believe we need to welcome all our feelings as a way to move through them. Even though I’ve shared it before, I will not avoid presenting this wonderful poem by Rumi:
I’ve also observed that people can avoid taking action — for fear of failure, mistakes, or a “wrong” decision. When I feel frozen by fear (a state I try to avoid), I move forward by reminding myself to avoid that very human tendency for all-or-nothing thinking. Most decisions are not 100% wrong or right, after all. I’m not going to avoid making mistakes and I can usually correct for a decision that isn’t great. I don’t avoid reminding myself, over and over again, that failure is a construct and that my missteps are not the end of the world.
At the same time, I avoid voting for the wrong people because these days that could definitely be the end of the world.
I’m not avoiding sharing my latest images with you.
Coincidentally, I try to avoid assholes, kale, and bacon.
Here’s what comes up on YouTube when I search for “what we try to avoid.”
I hope you don’t avoid the comments section, below, and I never avoid expressing gratitude for all those who help me blog every day, including YOU!
Last night, on the day after the horrific shootings at a Texas elementary school (and the typical, infuriating reactions from those opposed to sane gun laws), I asked a question on Twitter about finding some measure of comfort through music.
It’s wonderful to travel again, especially when I visit dear friends again, but it’s also wonderful to return home again, home again here.
Can you tell by todays images that I’m home again, home again?
I would hope that my home, Boston, is finding a solution to homelessness, which is something my friend Maria and I talked about again and again during my recent visit to Portland, Oregon. Hope again, hope again about an important issue that hits home.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “home again, home again.”
Yesterday, as my beloved friend Maria and I spent many happy hours exploring The Joy Store and other happily wonderful parts of Portland, Oregon, I noticed this sign:
Every hour in Portland has been a happy hour for me. I’m also happy about returning back to Boston and to my happy husband, son, and cats today (although I doubt that every hour of my loooooong flight back is going to be happy).
Here and now, I’m happy to spend a happy hour creating today’s blog post and sharing all these images with you.
On International Being You Day, I am so happy to be spending more happy hours with Portland people who are always their wonderful selves.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “where every hour is happy hour.”
Gratitude makes every hour happy hour, so thanks to all who help me spend happy hours creating this daily blog, including YOU!