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Day 2531: Have a little faith

Yesterday, I appreciated seeing a sign that said “Have a little faith”.

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The peace sign, whenever I see it,  also inspires me to have a little faith.

Last night, I had a little faith that the Washington Nationals (who appeared in this recent post about self care) would win the World Series, and they did!

Do my other photos from yesterday have a little faith?

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IMG_9210.JPGI have a little faith that when I randomly and intuitively take photos every day, they will somehow fit together in my next blog post.

Have a little faith that Michael’s cooking tastes even better than it looks. When I first met Michael, exactly nine years ago today, I had a little faith that we were meant for each other.

Speaking of anniversaries, yesterday was an anniversary of the big success of “Faith” by George Michael.

I have a little faith that you will leave a comment, below.

Have a little faith that I’ll end this post with gratitude for all, including YOU!

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Day 2526: More self-care bingo

Today is the wedding anniversary of my late, great parents, so I definitely need more self-care bingo.

Luckily, in a Coping and Healing group yesterday we added more squares to our self-care bingo cards.

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My new squares are

  1. created something new,
  2. laughed with somebody,
  3. expressed my feelings,
  4. took a walk,
  5. ate something delicious,
  6. spent time with an animal,
  7. danced,
  8. listened to music I love,
  9. improved the moment,
  10. observed just noticed,
  11. acknowledged progress,
  12. looked at something beautiful,
  13. gave somebody a hug,
  14. accessed a good memory,
  15. was playful,
  16. returned an email,
  17. made a helpful call,
  18. set a limit,
  19. smiled at a stranger, and
  20. expressed gratitude.

Bingo!

Here’s #14 (accessed a good memory):

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Adding more photos to today’s post qualifies as #1 (created something new).  Are any of these photos examples of self-care bingo?

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Part of my self care has been watching this video of the Washington Nationals (up 2-1 in the World Series) spreading “Baby Shark” fever.

Here’s #20 (expressed gratitude):

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Day 1731: The Beet Goes On

Yesterday, beets went on my salad at lunch.

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Then, I posted that photo on Facebook:

This is what I’m having for lunch on the 7th anniversary of my first contact with Michael, which was a message about how we both disliked beets.

Here’s the first message I sent to my boyfriend Michael seven years ago after I saw his OkCupid profile, which was hilarious and adorable and quirky and  mentioned his dislike of beets.

I also hate beets.  You actually didn’t use the word “hate.” You were much more diplomatic.

Ann

Michael didn’t miss a beat and wrote back:

Well, you have to be diplomatic in public forums. I mean, you never know who’ll have a disturbing passion for beets or something and send you psychotic messages for the next seven months. Between you and me, I detest beets.

Since then, we’ve grown fonder of beets and of each other.

Let’s celebrate our anniversary to the beat of some music and photos!

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I’m looking forward to many more beets, beats, delicious meals, sunrises, and sunsets in the future.

Thanks to Michael and everyone else who contributed to every beat and beet of this post and thanks to YOU — of course! —  for staying to celebrate our anniversary.

 

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Day 1400: Pick me!

Thank you for picking me and my blog, today.

Why did I pick “Pick me!” for this post’s  title?

Lots of reasons to pick from, including this photo I took yesterday:

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It looks like that pumpkin’s assertiveness is helping it get picked by that picky ghost. If I were going to pick a lesson from that, I’d say it’s good to ask to be picked. Why? Because you deserve to be picked, so why not ask for it?

I’m now picking this moment to cite another reason why this picky blogger picked  “Pick me!” for today’s title.  It’s the 6th anniversary of the day my boyfriend Michael and I picked to meet each other in person, after we had corresponded daily for over a month. I’m not sure why we both picked Halloween 2010 for our first date, but I’m so glad that he picked me and I picked him.

If you had to pick any of my other photos from yesterday, which ones say “Pick me!” to you?

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That last photo I picked, above, shows Michael, the picky guy I picked six years ago,  picking corn chowder as the recipe to share via cell phone with my son Aaron, who recently picked the University of Edinburgh as his college and residence.

What music should I pick for this “Pick me!” post?

I’m picking a song from The Spinners album Pick of the Litter — Just as Long as We Have Love.

If you’re thinking of leaving a comment for a blogger, pick me!

I’m glad I picked all those who helped me create today’s post and I’m very glad you picked this blog today.

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Day 1176: Picture this

Picture this:

  1. It’s spring and there’s lots of snow on the ground in Boston this morning.
  2. I need to get to work in two hours to be available all day  for anybody who needs emotional and psychological support in an enormous primary care practice at a major Boston teaching hospital.
  3. I feel like I need some emotional and psychological support because of #1 and #2, directly above.
  4. My friend  Kathy Tarantola (who has appeared in this previous post) is an amazing photographer who is helping me decorate my new office in Newton with her pictures.
  5. Today is the 19th anniversary of my father’s death. I often picture how much he and my 18-year-old son would have enjoyed each other if they had ever met.
  6. Before I met up with Kathy and her boyfriend Michael yesterday to hang three of Kathy’s beautiful pictures in my office, Kathy sent me an old picture in an email that said, “two cuties!” Picture my face when I saw this adorable photo of Kathy’s nephew Matthew and my son Aaron:

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You don’t need to picture anything else in this post, because I have all these pictures I took yesterday:

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Picture this:  I’m here in my temporarily snow-bound home thanking all who helped me create this  pictured post. I’m also thanking  you — of course! — for picturing whatever you’re picturing, here and now.

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Day 1056: Triggers

Today’s post title triggers a wish to define “triggers.”

trig·ger
ˈtriɡər/
noun
plural noun: triggers

a small device that releases a spring or catch and so sets off a mechanism, especially in order to fire a gun.
“he pulled the trigger of the shotgun”
verb
3rd person present: triggers
cause (an event or situation) to happen or exist.
“an allergy can be triggered by stress or overwork”
synonyms: precipitate, prompt, elicit, trigger off, set off, spark (off), touch off, provoke, stir up

Here‘s a description of psychological triggers:

What is a Trigger?

In the strictest sense of the term, trigger is used to refer to experiences that “re-trigger” trauma in the form of flashbacks or overwhelming feelings of sadness, anxiety, or panic. The brain forms a connection between a trigger and the feelings with which it is associated, and some triggers are quite innocuous.

Today’s date, November 22, is a trigger for me. Because my thoughts and feelings have triggered a daily blog post since 1/1/13, November 22 has triggered two previous posts (here and here).

This triggers a question and an answer:

Q. Why is November 22 a trigger for me?

A. On November 22, 1963 — when I and modern medical technology were both very young —  President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed AND I  underwent my first heart surgery, receiving my first of many cardiac pacemakers.

This photo of my family, taken shortly before November 22, 1963,  triggers many memories for me.

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Looking at those faces, here and now, triggers this thought:

We didn’t know what was coming.

Yesterday, I was triggered to capture lots of photos. Which ones trigger reactions in you?

This fish bowl, which triggered my taking two photos …

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… triggered this reaction in me:

OMG.  They designed this so that the world looks right TO THE FISH.

November 22, 1963, doesn’t trigger any particular music for me, since I was out of it, the whole day. If this post triggers any music in you, feel free to share that (and anything else) below.

Many thanks to all who visit here, today.

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Day 1034: Pleasant/Unpleasant

In honor of Halloween today, it might be pleasant to imagine this post being read by Donald Pleasance (the psychiatrist in Halloween, a movie I have not seen because I know it’s unpleasant).

If you are presently pleasantly or unpleasantly unaware of Donald Pleasance, here‘s “the last aperrience” (do you find misspellings unpleasant?) of Donald Pleasance in a Halloween film:

Yesterday, while I was pleasantly walking in unseasonably pleasant New England weather, I heard some music with many pleasant memories.

I find music like “The Pleasant Pheasant” — with Billy Cobham on drums, Michael Brecker on saxophone, Randy Brecker on trumpet, George Duke on keyboards, John Abercrombie on guitar,  Will Lee on bass,  and Garnett Brown on trombone — exceedingly pleasant. My pleasant boyfriend, MIchael, thinks jazz fusion is quite unpleasant. He finds the Ramones, Joy Division, and the Clash (who have a particularly unpleasant name) very pleasant, instead.

Michael and I met five years ago on a pleasant Halloween in pleasant Harvard Square. Here are some pleasant words we exchanged — through the pleasant online dating site OkCupid — right before that extraordinarily pleasant day:

Me: Sure, meeting at Peet’s is a fine suggestion. You know it’s going to be Halloween when we meet up, right? Do you think we should be in costume? My suggestion is that we both wear masks that are made from printouts from a picture we’ve posted here. That way, we’ll be sure to recognize each other. Otherwise, I might not recognize you unless you have the same exact expression you have in your black and white picture here. In the other picture you posted, you’re too far away, so I don’t think that will provide me much help in spotting you. Although maybe it will when you’re far away. I hope you have a wonderful evening, night, morning, and whatever parts of the day you experience before we write again.

Michael: I’ll keep this relatively short today Ann, so we have a lot to babble about tomorrow. Excellent suggestion concerning the cut out masks incidentally. I cracked up. Ah, I don’t really know what you mean by “black and white” picture though, Ann. I really am that pasty. So is my apartment. I’m afraid I let my hair get kind of long but you’ll know me sure enough. I will be the man with, by far, the scrawniest legs in the cafe.

Me: Speaking of cracking up, I did the same when I read your black and white picture comment. You really are pretty hilarious.  SInce you have given me some helpful hyperboles and superlatives regarding how to identify you (e.g., “the scrawniest”), I’m trying to be thoughtful that way and come up with something similar which will, without fear of contradiction, identify me as being the most of something in the vicinity. But I’m having some trouble with this. I just don’t think I’m that much of a stand-out, either way. The best I can come up with now is that I will be the person with the most curious expression on his or her face standing outside of Peet’s. By “curious” I don’t mean “odd” (as in “curiouser and curiouser” in Alice in Wonderland), but rather “curious” as in “eager to find out.”

It’s pleasant for me to remember that day, five years ago, when Michael and I met, although I went to another pleasant coffee house first, by mistake, and had to rush to get to Peet’s on time, which I found very unpleasant.  When Michael and I share pleasant memories about our first pleasant meeting, he tells me that I had a rather unpleasant expression my face when he first saw me. That’s because I find it unpleasant to be late (especially for something I expect to be surpassingly pleasant).

Here are some pictures I took yesterday. It would be most pleasant if you let me know which ones you find particularly pleasant or unpleasant.

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Those last two pictures I took during a pleasant stroll with Michael on Pleasant Street. Honest.

Pleasant thanks to Michael, Donald Pleasance, Billy Cobham, the Brecker brothers, George Duke, Will Lee, John Abercrombie, Garnett Brown, and pleasant people who helped me write this post, Especially pleasant thanks to you — of course! — for being here, in the pleasant present.

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Day 1029: Webs

I wonder how many webs I can spin into this post about webs?

O, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!

If you weave around the web, you’ll easily find who wrote that quote about a tangled web.  In the web of my memory, however, I associate that web quote with my late mother,  who married my late father on today’s date, October 26. Both my parents practiced and valued honesty, above all.

One time I can remember weaving a web of deceit about my parents  was when my sister and I tangled together a surprise anniversary party for them, decades ago. Let’s see if I can spin an image from that surprise party into the web of this post.


While I spin all my custom t-shirts through the web these days, back then my sister and I used other means to weave my parents’ wedding photo onto those t-shirts.

Yesterday, I saw these webs:




  

O what a tangled web I weave on WordPress, every day.

What music from the web should I weave into this post? I could choose something written by prolific songwriter, Jimmy Webb.

All I know, honestly, is that today I want to share this song, which my father sang for my mother at another anniversary party.

My web of gratitude today embraces my parents, my sister,  Jimmy Webb, George and Ira Gershwin (for “Love is Here to Stay“), Art Garfunkel, Ella Fitzgerald, and you — of course! — for whatever spin you put on this post, here and now.

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 Day 1001: What’s that?

Yesterday morning, I published my 1000th blog post on my 1000th consecutive day of blogging.

What’s that?

“Blogging” means web logging and, yes,  I have blogged for every day since January 1, 2013, through health and illness, sun and snow, fears and relief, ups and downs.

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What’s that?

That’s our cat Oscar, seeming to celebrate my 1000th day of blogging.

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What’s that?

That’s Oscar again, pressing the power switch on my lap top, turning it off, on, off, and then on.

What’s that?  Somebody allows their cat to step on their laptop?

There’s really nothing I can do to stop Oscar from being right there, wherever I am. So, I just take photos of him using my computer and post them on his Facebook page.

What’s that? A cat has his own Facebook page?

Have you seen Facebook lately?

Yesterday, in the middle of a beautiful day,  my 17-year-old son Aaron and I went to Brookline, Massachusetts.

What’s that?

Brookline, Massachusetts is a town almost completely surrounded by Boston, Massachusetts, with great schools and restaurants. Aaron and I went there yesterday to have lunch and walk around while he worked on his comedy routine for an important appearance at a Cambridge comedy club last night.

What’s that?

Yes, my 17 year-old son does stand-up comedy. Isn’t that amazing?

Before I took my first photo in Brookline, Massachusetts yesterday, I said to Aaron, “What’s that?”

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Aaron took a break from trying to memorize his comedy set to reply, “It’s money and outer space.”

As I’m writing this, I realize that whenever I take a picture, it’s because — in some way — I’m asking “What’s that?”

I shall now present all the other photos I took yesterday, in chronological order.

What’s that?

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The last few shots are of last night’s super moon lunar eclipse. If you don’t know what that is, you could look it up.

What’s that?  I hear my readers exclaim, as if in unison.  YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PHOTOS OF YOUR ONLY CHILD PERFORMING HIS COMEDY ROUTINE FROM LAST NIGHT?

Well, the Comedy Studio didn’t allow patrons to use their cell phones once the comedy show began. However, Aaron got a DVD of his entire routine, created by the staff there.

What’s that strange word the host used to introduce Aaron last night?  Ignore that, and just enjoy my son in his first performance at the well-known Comedy Studio, located above the Hong Kong Restaurant in Harvard Square.

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What’s that?  Those are the first exchanges, on OkCupid five years ago, between me and my boyfriend Michael.

What’s that?  I haven’t expressed gratitude to anybody yet, in this blog post?

Many thanks to Aaron, Michael, Oscar, the Comedy Studio, Rick Jenkins (the owner of the Comedy Studio), Brookline, Cambridge, the moon,  and every person, animal, place and thing that helped me create my 1001st blog post, today. And special thanks to you — of course! — for visiting, here and now.

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Day 950: Beloveds

Today, my beloved Mazda


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Does it seem strange to you that I call a car “beloved”?

I be somebody who seems to be loving a lot of things in my life.

For example, there are many things in the following pictures I could call “beloved”:









  
  

Which of those photos is most beloved by you?

Some of those photos be deceptive (e. g., I don’t drink coffee).  However, one of those beloved photos contains my best beloved (even though that might be less obvious to my beloved readers).

Can you guess which photo that be?

Here’s a photo I took seconds before the one shown above:

That be my beloved son, Aaron, in a local production of


Green Day’s American Idiot, by the Arlington Children’s Theater.

Here’s my beloved niece, Victoria, also in that production:


Here’s my beloved Aaron, again,  jumping on a couch, reminding me of Tom Cruise when he was telling Oprah Winfrey about his then beloved Katie Holmes:


What is most beloved by you?

Even though my work — providing group psychotherapy for the patients of a Primary Care Practice in a Boston teaching hospital — is very beloved by me, so are beloved vacations, when I can get a beloved


I don’t know how restful my trip will be to the beloved Festival Fringe with my beloved son and my beloved ex-sister-in-law, but I be loving that we’ll be seeing beloved musicals Rent and Sweeney Todd in beloved Edinburgh Scotland, very soon.

Because I just joined a Facebook group of people who have the same belovedly unusual kind of heart that I have, I might be seeing two people with congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries (belovedly abbreviated to “cctga”) during my beloved visit to beloved Edinburgh in the beloved month of August (when I lost my beloved mother, seven beloved years ago).

Here‘s one of my most beloved songs, from Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd:

Beloved thanks to my beloved son, mother,  niece, ex-sister-in-law, Stephen Sondheim, groups, hearts, cars, and you — of course! — for be loving whatever you do, today.

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