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Day 2940: Complaining

For the last four years, I’ve been complaining about the U.S. President and the enablers of his outrageous behaviors.

I’m looking forward to not complaining about our President, very soon.

Do you see any complaining in my latest images?

I actually did a little complaining to Michael about last night’s dinner, because (1) it was the second sandwich in a row and (2) it wasn’t pasta. As I said in my tweet above, I’m looking forward to more of that kind of complaining.

I’m not complaining about finding this video about complaining on YouTube:

I am complaining about my sleep pattern lately: I wake up way too early and have trouble falling back asleep. I’m hoping I’ll be doing less complaining about my sleep after the inauguration on Wednesday.

James Taylor is complaining in “Angry Blues.”

I won’t be complaining if you share some complaining in the comments section, below.

I’m so grateful for all who tolerate my complaining, including YOU!

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Day 2880: Hands

Yesterday, when the wonderful hands of Mia from MiAlisa Salon were giving me a hands-down fabulous haircut, Mia told me about a beautiful way she has been self-soothing during these hard times. She holds her own hand.

Mia said that she held and held her mother’s hand in her hand while her mother was dying, and she misses her mother. Now, when she clasps her own two hands together, she feels powerfully comforted, settled, and anchored. Mia said holding hands with herself also helps her fall asleep.

I told Mia that I have been encouraging people in my Coping and Healing groups to give themselves hugs and that I will add clasping their own hands to the self-soothing repertoire.

And I am happy to report, this morning, that holding hands with myself helped me sleep through the night for the first time in months!

My sleep is also being helped by the growing certainty that my country will soon be in better hands. For the past four years, the USA has been in the hands of a toxic narcissist.

Speaking of hands, if anyone wants to see me play the ukulele with my own hands tomorrow evening, please sign up to be in the audience before the end of the day today using this link:

https://m.signupgenius.com/#!/showSignUp/9040b4eadaa23a2f49-jamn15

As people continue to count ballots by hand, I’ll be singing “The Impossible Wait” to the tune of “The Impossible Dream.”

I took all of these photos using my hands. Can you spot the hands of Mia and my husband Michael?

Here is “Hands — A Song for Orlando” from four years ago, showing how hands can hurt and heal.

If you leave a comment with your hands, I will respond with my hands and my heart.

In this time of social distancing, please wash your hands and wear a mask. My hands go out to yours in gratitude, here and now.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, group therapy, insomnia, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Day 2878: Vigilant

As we enter a cold, dark season of illness and political uncertainties ahead, I feel the need to be vigilant.

I am vigilant about

  • the health of those I love,
  • my own health,
  • other people’s anger and tendencies towards violence,
  • ignorance,
  • denial,
  • misunderstandings,
  • mistakes,
  • money,
  • lies, and
  • systemic injustices.

I assume I am not alone in feeling vigilant. I’m just trying to figure out how to turn off my vigilant mind at night so I can get more sleep! It’s difficult to be vigilant when you’re exhausted.

I took these photos yesterday while I was being vigilant (and if you’re vigilant you might spot my son Aaron in one of them):

We need to be vigilant, every moment of our lives, to be what we ought to be AND to keep our refrigerators clear of old condiments.

I definitely need some sort of break from all this vigilance.

My vigilant and diligent husband Michael recently introduced me to this wonderful song — “Little Tornado” by Aimee Mann.

I will be vigilant as I look out for your comments, below.

Vigilant thanks to Aimee Mann, Aaron, Michael, Harley, the Daily Bitch, and all those who help me remain vigilant about blogging daily, including YOU.

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Day 2870: Sleepless near Boston

Although there are fewer reasons to be on high alert near Boston, someone needs to tell my brain that. I’m still waking up in the middle of the night wondering “is it safe enough to relax?”

One of my insomnia cures is blogging, so I’m going to share yesterday’s photos from a perfectly glorious, unseasonably warm November day near Boston spent with my friend and “sister” Deb.

If those photos and sweet recent memories won’t help me get back to sleep, maybe this tweet will:

Here’s what I tweeted, soon after I read that:

Sweet dreams, everybody, and thanks to all who help me get some sleep near Boston, including YOU.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, insomnia, life during the pandemic, personal growth | Tags: , , , , , | 34 Comments

Day 2868: Looking forward to the future

When you are consumed with fear, anger, hopelessness, or helplessness, looking forward to the future is difficult.

After listening to Vice President Joe Biden’s speech last night, I am looking forward to the future again.

I am looking forward to watching his speech for a second time, here and now.

It’s wonderful looking forward to the future through tears of relief.

I am looking forward to the future and

  • tonight’s Saturday Night Live hosted by Dave Chappell,
  • a good night’s sleep,
  • dancing in the street (masked) when the results are finally announced,
  • collecting on all the bets I made of cookies and cash that Trump would lose this election, and
  • sharing the few images I captured yesterday.

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Looking forward to the future when there isn’t a national sleep deficit.

Looking forward to telling you that this photo from the past of me looking forward to the future …

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… was taken by my excellent ex-husband, Leon Fairbanks, who reads this blog.

Looking forward to the future of reading your comments, below.

Looking forward to the future, as always, with gratitude for all, including YOU.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, insomnia, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

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