Day 596: Peak moments

As I mentioned  in yesterday’s post, my son, Aaron, and I have been seeing lots of great comedy at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

One of the many stand-up comedians we saw, yesterday, posed the rhetorical question, “Why did you have to build Edinburgh on ALL THE HILLS?”

I laughed out loud at that, out of recognition. As I’ve also mentioned in previous posts, I can get very tired negotiating hills, steps, and other elevations (because of my unusual heart).

But that’s okay.  When I get tired, I just rest for a few moments, and then I’m set to keep going.

I experienced that yesterday, while Aaron and I were climbing The Scotsman Steps.

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I have another association with today’s post title. At various points along my various career paths (tech writer, marketing writer, film student and teacher, advertising entrepreneur, social worker, psychotherapist, group therapist, and “change agent”), I’ve been involved in the very helpful exercise of identifying “peak moments.” In those exercises, you identify times when you’ve felt the most happy, engaged, and fulfilled, and then think about

  •  what contributed to those experiences and
  • how you can bring more of those into your life, now.

If you want, you can read more about Peak Moments here, here, and here (sites I just found, with a quick Google search). Actually, according to that Google search, the more popular term is “Peak Experiences.”

Whatever we call them, I had one of those Peak Moments/Experiences yesterday, when a comedian I respect and admire very much, said to me, several times, in front of my 16-year old aspiring-comic son:

You are funny.

I have two photos of the speaker of those words, from his show, “Tomorrow” with Ron Lynch. Direct from the hills of Edinburgh, ladies and gentlemen, it’s ….

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Ron Lynch!

Aaron and I were laughing, almost every moment Ron was up there on stage. We both agreed, after his performance, that he was the funniest person we’ve seen here.

Yes, we’re having lots of peak experiences, here at the Festival Fringe.

Thanks to Aaron, Ron, all the funny people we saw performing yesterday (in sketch comedy, stand-up routines, and improvs), and to you — of course! — for sharing these moments with me, today.

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Day 573: Why? Because I thought it was _____.

Yesterday, I wrote a post about the death of a woman I work with. Why?  Because I thought it was appropriate, the right thing to do, and healing.

Actually, I could probably use the same answers to the Why? about any post I’ve written here.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep Friday night, so my mind was working strangely, yesterday, when I went for my Saturday morning walk.

I took lots of photos on yesterday’s walk.  Why?  Because I thought it was appropriate, the right thing to do, healing, and fun.

Now, I have a quiz for you, this morning.

Why do I have a quiz for you? What do you think?

Here’s the first part of the quiz:

Immediately after I took one of the following thirty-two pictures, somebody asked me, “Why did you take that photo?”

Which photo do you think that was?

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(3)IMG_7382(4) IMG_7384  (5) IMG_7390



(8) IMG_7398  (9)  IMG_7404



(11) IMG_7412  (12) IMG_7415



(14)  IMG_7420 (15) IMG_7421



(18)  IMG_7425  (19) IMG_7427

(20) IMG_7428  (21) IMG_7429



(23) IMG_7431  (24) IMG_7434


(26)  IMG_7438  (27) IMG_7440




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Wow!  I sure took a lot of photos, yesterday. And yet, only once did somebody ask, “Why did you take that photo?”

So …. do you have any guesses about which photo that was?

Okay!  Here’s the second part of the quiz. In response to that question yesterday, I said, “Because I think it’s  _____.”

Granted, that was a very short reply, from me. I hope that didn’t seem rude, to the person who asked. What she didn’t know was this: I was in a rush, to meet my son at the end of his piano lesson.

I’m leaving the last word in my reply blank, so you can guess that, too.

Any questions? Any answers?

Before I end this post, I want to tell you these things:

  • I am curious about any responses you want to share.
  • I’m wondering if anybody is going to guess, correctly, what happened to me, yesterday.
  • That would be difficult to do.
  • Your answers are as good as mine, at this point (I believe).
  • This song came on, while I was walking and taking photos, yesterday.

        (found on YouTube here)

  • “Hearing “Michael from Mountains” reminded me I had committed (in this post) to rewrite the words to “Michael from Boston.”
  • I rewrote the words when I got home, tried to find the guitar part online, and found this, instead.

(found on YouTube here)

Why did I rewrite the words to that song and look for the guitar part online?

Because I thought those were the next steps towards a personal goal: To record myself singing “Michael from Boston.”


Don’t you think you have enough questions to answer, at this point?

Thanks to all my readers, to the person who asked me that question yesterday, to Joni Mitchell, to my boyfriend Michael, to laotsu77 (for posting such a great instrumental back-up for the song and making my life much easier), and  — of course! — to you. Why? Because I thought it was wonderful for you to stop by, today.

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Day 571: Anxiety

Yesterday, I posted a video of Frank Sinatra singing “What’s New?”

Today, I’m posting a video of  Mel Brooks singing a song about anxiety, in the style of Frank Sinatra.

 (found on YouTube here)


Well, I think it’s about time I wrote a post about anxiety. Don’t you agree?

Yesterday, anxiety was definitely a theme, in several ways.  For example:

  1. I did a therapy group last evening, where we focused on anxiety.
  2. Ten minutes before we started the group, I realized I had left my bag — containing my monetary “must-haves” — on the sidewalk of one of the busiest streets in Boston.
  3. Twenty minutes after we ended the group, I realized I had conducted the entire group with enough food stuck in my teeth to resemble some sort of dental salad bar.


Here’s some good news:

  1. The group members said they felt markedly less anxious by the end of our time together.
  2. When I went to retrieve my bag, it was still there.
  3. At least we  know I’m taking good-enough care of myself to eat some friggin’ thing, in the time between the two consecutive groups I facilitate on Thursdays.

I don’t have any photos of the above, but I can show you these, taken yesterday after dark (a time that heightens anxiety in many people):

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And while the scare-chemical of adrenaline was still hanging around for me while I was snapping those shots above,  I felt safe enough last night. No anxiety — high or low —  for me.

Unlike what Mel Brooks sings, regarding him vs. anxiety,  I win!

Let’s celebrate that with another song, on this Friday morning. Here’s Robert Cray, with some bluesy advice:



Thanks to Mel Brooks, Robert Cray, those who sing about anxiety in any way, groups (of all kinds) that help each other let go of anxiety, and to you — of course!  — for keeping me company, today.

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Day 570: What’s New?

What’s New?” is a jazz standard I first encountered in the 1960’s.

Here are two versions of it, from YouTube.  Linda Rondstadt:

(found here)

and Frank Sinatra:

(found here)

“What’s New?” is another post title I haven’t used yet, although I have written these posts:

Day 162:  What’s in a name?

Day 218: What’s the problem?

Day 268: What’s $ got to do with it?

Day 401: What’s wrong?

Day 495:  What’s underneath? and

Day 557:  What’s missing?

What’s new?  I’ll tell you, first, what’s NOT new: My starting out a blog post post with a choice of songs AND a review of the past.

So what IS new? Yesterday, eight people came to my Wednesday group.  In my therapy groups, people can participate when and how often they choose, so that many people (new and old) showing up is …. wonderful.

Something we discussed, in group yesterday, is how trying something new can raise anxiety and fear, but also excitement and hope.

So what else is new?  Well, I took some photos yesterday and, for whatever reasons, I was focusing on the new:

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Here’s something else that’s NOT new, this morning:  I’ve included too many photos to adequately explain now, before I leave for work.  I do want to tell you this, though: the gentleman showing off his new camera, above, is my co-worker Mark,  whom bf Michael and I ran into last night, unexpectedly. Also, what do  you think those berry-looking things are, in the last two photos?  They looked new to Michael and me, so we asked somebody about them, who was kind enough to answer, peel one, and give it to us.

What else is new, for you?

Thanks to Linda Rondstadt, Frank Sinatra, Bob Haggart and Johnny Burke (the creators of “What’s New?”), Michael, Mark, and the nice guy at Whole Foods last night; to people in my therapy groups; to those who try new things; and to you — of course! — whether this is all new to you, or not.

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Day 510: Order(s)

Yesterday, Mark Bialczak, a fellow and well-ordered WordPress writer and reader, commented on my post, Day 509: Like, now, like so:

Go out today and smell some flowers no matter where they are?

And even though Mark softened the end with a question mark, he gave me an order.

When somebody gives me an order, I can:

  • hear it,
  • obey, automatically,
  • rebel against it,
  • entertain the possibility that it’s NOT an order (but rather a suggestion),
  • look at my options,
  • consider the pros and cons of each choice,
  • decide what to do.

Yesterday, as soon as I read Mark’s comment, I knew it was just what the doctor ordered. And if you (1) aren’t familiar with that idiom and/or (2) don’t click on links, that means:

exactly what is wanted or needed:

Ooh thank you, a nice cup of tea. Just what the doctor ordered.

— from

Yes, that was exactly what I wanted or needed yesterday: to smell and see some flowers.   So I thought of Tower Hill Botanic Garden, less than an hour’s drive away. And that matched Mark’s order, to a T.*

I took lots of pictures at Tower Hill, yesterday afternoon.  I wonder how I should order those photos here?

Let’s start with this one:


Ooh!  The sign tells me I’m not alone in wanting to organize, in order to simplify and make things more understandable.   That connection with humanity gives me acceptance about whatever order I choose for these photos.





On the way home from Tower Hill, I passed by an open field. Something ordered me to turn the car around, stop,  and inspect things more closely. This is what I saw:


I came back for that heart, with its orderly lines.

Here are two more shots of it:Image



Then, I noticed some things moving, near the heart. Here’s a zoom:



When I returned to my car, I saw some different birds:




I don’t know about you, but to me, it looks like the white guy is ordering the others around.

Thanks** to, ducks, Google, hearts, Mark, those who order and are ordered in any way, Tower Hill, turkeys, and — last, but not least — to you, for dropping by here, today.

* “to a T” is another idiom, defined by Google as:

exactly; to perfection.
“I baked it to a T, and of course it was delicious”

** in alphabetical order.

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Day 503: Non sequiturs

According to some definition-writing dude (or dudette) who is not Samuel Johnson, a non sequitur is

a conclusion or statement that does not logically follow from the previous argument or statement.

I like examples.



I like this photo:


I’m going back to work tomorrow, after an absence of over a month, for a few hours.

I don’t know if there is a special name for buttons that have sayings on them.


I am very grateful to my readers.


Lately, my computer cursor can suddenly disappear, for no reason.


Look at this photo!


My niece, Victoria, is appearing in a play today.


I don’t own this:


My son, Aaron, has been singing songs from the musical “Assassins.”


We saw several monkeys yesterday.


What’s your favorite kind of food?

Thanks to pizza, to Samuel Johnson, to ideas and words that pop up out of nowhere, to gray squirrels, to sequiturs (whatever the heck those are), to family, friends, and neighbors, to ancient Latin, and to you — sacre bleu*! — for reading.

* A term of astonishment. I don’t know why it popped up today.

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Day 476: Ka-plow!

The blog possibilities are essentially endless today, because I — and others — are dealing with many issues. These issues include:

  • Illness (it seems like a lot of people are ill right now; some of us* are dealing with pneumonia).
  • Boston Marathon day, on the first year anniversary of the bombings.
  • Uncertainties about the future, which we all pretty much deal with, every day. (For some people,* these might include: when will I be able to go back to work?  What changes should I make in my work, to help promote people’s healing — including my own?)

Also, somebody* started a “thread” in this here blog recently (see here and here) about a new Super Hero identity, which, for today’s post, I am punctuating like so:


… just because I like the way that looks, today.  I will also say that it is a Super*Recovery*Woman’s prerogative to change her mind, whenever she wants.

So there are many things I could write about today, including imagining more details about my new identity.

Hmmmm. How am I going to create a good enough post, this morning?  Especially since some people* are not working today (because they’re* sick and/or it’s Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts**). As a result, somebody* doesn’t have their usual morning “container” to help them write a short, succinct, and to-the-point post.

As a result, I’m concerned that Super Digression Woman* may write her longest and most rambling post, evah, today. And she* really doesn’t want to do that, people. She’s not herself today. She’s sick!

Geesh! Somebody* had better explain the topic title at this point, don’t you think?


When I woke up this morning, I was thinking many thoughts, including:

I still feel sick.  I don’t feel like myself. Arrrghh! And my mouth feels terrible. Maybe I SHOULDN’T have gotten that dental work done right after I left the hospital last week, but I did that because I was already on antibiotics and I need intravenous antibiotics whenever I get dental work because of my history of endocarditis and I HATE being on so many antibiotics because everybody knows that’s not good for you, so it made sense at the time to get that over with.  But MAYBE THAT WAS THE WRONG DECISION!

Boy, somebody sure got up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning, didn’t she*?

Where was I?

Oh, yes. I was explaining the title of the post.

After I got up, I realized I needed to stop those kinds of thoughts, because they were NOT HELPFUL! And immediately — shazaam! —  the title of this post popped into my mind:


Why that particular title?

  • Because that’s how a lot of people (mis)pronounce my name (which used to bother me, at times) (but these days, not so much).
  • Every decent super hero* needs a good comic book noise, when she’s fighting the good fight! Don’t you agree?

Before this writer* goes any further with this post, she would like to add something else to the mix: appropriate music.



Let’s see what Google Images has for us* this morning, for “Comic Book Noises.”



(I found this image here)


(I found this image here)


(I found that image here)

Take THAT, you unhelpful thoughts!!!!


(I found that image here)

And last, but not least:


I found that last image, here, at a site called — AND I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP — “What comic book sound are you?”

So how would I like to end this post?  What feels left unsaid?

Just this: if you want to read a beautiful post about the anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombings, please check this out (written by my WordPress friend, Mark Bialczak).

Somebody* found it very moving, this morning.

Thanks to Mark, to John Williams (for the “Superman” theme), to everybody else who helped me write this post this morning, to anyone who is celebrating Patriot’s Day in any way at all, and to you — BOING!! — for visiting today.

* That would be me.

** Patriot’s Day***, according to Wikipedia, is “Observed by Massachusetts, Maine, Wisconsin, encouraged in Florida.” I’m wondering if my readers in Florida could report back on what that particular kind of encouragement looks like.

*** Apparently, I punctuated the name of this holiday AS IF I am living in Maine. I’m not making that up, either.

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Day 475: Superhero names (hyphenated or not)

Yesterday, dear readers, I suggested a new, superhero* identity for myself: “Super-Recovery-Woman.”

Gauging by the comments, people seemed to like this idea.

However, nobody embraced the hyphens in my proposed name. For example, quoth Sitting on My Own Sofa (using an alias of her own):

Dear Super Recovery Woman (with cats)

You know, we were just thinking that the world was in need of a new superhero. And after thoughtful deliberation, we have concluded that Super Recovery Woman fits the bill perfectly.

Thank you for stepping up.


The World Superhero Appointment and Licensing Committee

Also, a long-time friend from college, Gene Phillips, wrote this:

“Super Recovery Woman” would be a great new superhero…heck…is one.

And, mk  from WordPress, also dropped the hyphens in the superhero name, in this great comment:

Dear “Super Recovery Woman” you are a one fine addition to the super hero population of this world . As you and WSALC have officially come to an agreement , you definitely need a super hero costume .

Super Recovery Woman, this world needs you.

Likewise, in this kind comment from David Prosser, also from WordPress:

Super Recovery Woman sounds fine. At least a superwoman would have enough sense to know she can’t return to work until she’s ready, fit and able. You need strength to be able to jump over building in one leap.

If I harken back to my experiences of marketing focus groups … perhaps people are telling me this: “Drop the hyphens, Ann!”

Although, I have to admit, I have trouble with losses of all kinds, even punctuation marks.

And, as I also admit, I can struggle with decisions of all kinds, too.

Plus, here’s something I haven’t even considered yet: What is GRAMMATICALLY correct, for my superhero name?

Another possible superhero name for me could be Grammar Girl, although that’s already taken. That is, I can really focus on grammar issues when I’m writing (although, as I get older, I can sometimes lose track of what’s grammatically correct).

Here’s the deal: I’ve often been puzzled by the correct use of hyphens.

For example, what’s the correct way to write Peter Parker’s superhero identity? You know, this guy:


(I found this image here)

Is it:

  1. Spiderman
  2. Spider-man
  3. Spider-Man
  4. The Amazing Spider Man

I actually don’t know what the correct answer is, people. If you look on-line, it’s Super Confusing.

However, no matter which experts you consult, they will all agree there IS a hyphen in the name. And you are supposed to capitalize “Man,” apparently. So #3 is the most correct answer, from that list. (Here’s the Wikipedia entry, if you want more info.)

Confused?  Join the crowd. People often forget how to correctly punctuate that particular superhero name. (I know I do.)

So … to get back to MY superhero name: To hyphen or not to hyphen?  That is the question.

Let’s look at some pros and cons, shall we?

Choice #1:

Super Recovery Woman

Pros: According to my (admittedly small) sample size, that certainly seems like the popular choice. (Although there WERE a couple of write-in votes, yesterday, for SuperAnn** but if I expand the possible choices at this point, my head may explode.)  Also, that name will be easy to remember, when I and others are writing it.  No hyphens, no problem.

Cons:  I like hyphens.  Also, Spider-Man has always been one of my favorite superheroes, so a hyphen would be a nice homage.

Choice #2:

Super-Recovery Woman

Pros:  It has a hyphen!

Cons:  It might be difficult to remember where to place the friggin’ hyphen.  Also, the placement of the hyphen there implies that my recovery is what’s super, and not the rest of me.

Choice #3:

Super Recovery-Woman

Pros: It has a hyphen!

Cons:  It might be difficult to remember where to place the friggin’ hyphen.  Also, the placement of the hyphen there implies … I’m actually not sure what it implies. Maybe the same exact thing as “Super-Recovery Woman.” That’s odd.

Moving on …

Choice #4:


Pros:  It has two hyphens!  And, that was the way I wrote it originally, in yesterday’s post.  I guess I really like hyphens, huh?  That would also be pretty easy to remember — that is, people wouldn’t have to worry about where to put the hyphens. Hyphens everywhere!

Cons:  It has two hyphens!  Doesn’t that seem a little … much?  I mean, what superhero has TWO hyphens in their name?  Won’t that seem, perhaps, that I think I’m TWICE AS GOOD as any other hyphenated superhero?

(pant, pant, pant)

As I mentioned, I really struggle with making decisions, sometimes.

Here’s something that helps: using a process of elimination.

Okay!  I am going to rule out (1) Super-Recovery Woman and (2) Super Recovery-Woman.  Those are just too difficult to remember.

So that leaves, as  candidates for my superhero name, these two:

a. Super Recovery Woman

b. Super-Recovery-Woman

As I like to say in my work (as a group psychotherapist), “It’s time to go to the group!” That is, do you have a preference?***

Geesh!  I really thought I’d be tackling other issues in this post today, including

  1. Making more headway on my costume, and
  2. Considering a worthy nemesis.

But first things first, don’t you think?

Thanks to the Amazing Spider-Man (and all the other superheroes populating those comics I loved as a kid), to Grammar Girl, to all my creative and helpful readers, to superheroes of all kinds, to those who have various amounts of trouble making decisions, to people with opinions (or no opinions at all) about hyphens, and to you — especially! — for dropping by here today.


* Which could also be written “super-hero” or “super hero,” I suppose. I wonder what Grammar Girl would say?

** Thanks to Mark Bialczak and Mel Wild.

*** Actually, come to think of it, the group has probably already spoken — in yesterday’s comments. Yikes!  Sometimes I really DO have trouble letting go, don’t I?

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Day 471: It’s always some/the same thing!

Regular readers of this blog will know that:

  • I like to invite people to read my previous posts (as well as other things), if I think it might help expand on the current topic,
  • I believe that our growth through life looks like an upward spiral (rather than a perfectionistic, linear progression), so that certain experiences recur (with us learning more, each time),
  • I subscribe to the belief that the healthiest time for us all is in the here and now (despite the human mind’s tendency to be everywhere but there),
  • despite my striving to be in the here and now, there are certain seasons of the year that I prefer over others,
  • I enjoy showing photos I’ve taken recently, and prefer to present them in chronological order,
  • I fancy the use of wordplay, especially in the title of posts, and
  • I like to believe there are regular readers of this blog.

In keeping with all that, I shall now present today’s blog post, documenting my journey home from the hospital.

Now, this post will be unusual, in that it will not link to previous posts.  Why?  Because in order to truly “get” all the nuances in this particular post, a reader may need to read all 470 previous friggin’ entries. And we all know THAT is NOT going to happen this morning. So we’ll just have to do the best we can, with this post.

Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen ….

(drum roll)

It’s always some/the same thing!

A Journey Home from the Hospital

by Ann


I promise you that this is the grossest photo in today’s post.  The treatment for my pneumonia was Intravenous antibiotics (of which I have had an ocean, over my lifetime).  Another experience I am very familiar with: things hurting and my asking the people in control for help, with varying results. Yesterday morning, I suspected there was something wrong with this IV. I was correct.  The nurse I told of my suspicions responded quickly, respectfully, and humanely.

Let’s move on to more pleasant images, shall we?


My last meal!  At the hospital, that is. Note that I got better, the more practice I had at this.


This was outside, on the way to my car (which had been patiently waiting in the parking lot since Saturday). It was so warm outside, yesterday, I didn’t need a coat.  When I had entered the hospital, for my unexpected four-day stay, the flowers were few and far between. So this caught my eye for many reasons.


Eeeek!  The engine light has come on (and at least one tire needs more air).


Yay!!!  The flowering trees have appeared!!!  Geesh!  Have I missed too much of my favorite season?  Nah.  There’s plenty left.


I’m home!






Okay.  One more snapshot, taken this morning, to end this post.


Here it is!



If you share my feelings about winter, perhaps the first photo in this photo essay was NOT the grossest.

Well, there’s no way I’m friggin’ rewriting this post, people.  It’s breakfast time!

Thanks to all my readers, regular and otherwise, for whatever portion of my journey you’ve joined before. And thanks to you — of course! — for visiting today.

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Day 459: Time and Space

Here’s a quote, from somebody who recently joined my therapy groups:

Time exists so that everything doesn’t happen all at once.

Space exists so that everything doesn’t happen just to me.



Last year, around this time, I published the post Day 96: What was the last post about, anyway?, which was “dedicated to my friend, Jeanette, because it’s her birthday today.”  That post included:

  • the first appearance of the Pat Metheny tune “Are you going with me?” and
  • probably not the first appearance of a blatant mistake in these posts, because it was NOT Jeanette’s birthday.

As I explained last year,  I have trouble remembering the exact date of Jeanette’s birthday.  I always remember that it’s in early April, but the actual date eludes me.

It’s time to check last year’s posts to re-discover the real time for Jeanette’s birthday.

Okay! Day 99: Importance and unimportance, continued  tells me that it’s April 9.

Let’s see if I can make the time, right now, to fix that important information into my brain. I tend to think that Jeanette’s birthday is April 6. It’s not. It’s April 9.  9 is 6 upside down.  For some reason, I’m topsy turvy about Jeanette’s birthday. Perhaps that’s because things felt turned upside down for me, when Jeanette moved away from Boston, several years ago. So that makes sense.

That helps me to remember that I confuse 6 and 9, for Jeanette’s birthday. How to remember 9 over 6?

How about with this joke?

Q. Why is 6 afraid of 7?

A. Because 7 8 9.

Nah, that’s not going to do it.  Maybe I’ll just remember it’s 9, because 9 is later than 6, and I’ll remember that I made the mistake of being too early, last year.

I think it’s time to ask this question: Is anybody still with me?

In any case, it’s time to be in the moment, today, which is neither April 6 nor April 9, but rather April 4.

What’s significant about today? Well, it’s the home opener for the Red Sox!






Also, I’m leaving, today, for a weekend trip.

I’m glad I can take the time, this morning, to celebrate both those things.


Today, I will be traveling through space, via train, to meet …

Guess who?

Jeanette!  I’m so glad she’s going with me, on this weekend adventure.

What’s THE most unlikely space for a Bostonian to pick, for a reunion, on Red Sox Opening Weekend?


Yes, Jeanette and I are meeting in NYC. Guess where I found that photo?*

For real.

It’s time to finish this spacey post, people!

Thanks to Jeanette, to people and teams from Boston, New York, etc., and to you — of course! — for making the time and space to be here, today.

* Take time to visit that website if you’re curious about how NYC would look out in space, on another planet.**

** As if it isn’t, already.

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