Day 653: To the 9’s.

“To the nines” is an English idiom meaning “to perfection” or “to the highest degree”. In modern English usage, the phrase most commonly appears as “dressed to the nines” or “dressed up to the nines”.

Wikipedia entry for “To the nines”

Now, to the nine explanations for why I am writing a post about 9 today:

  • I like the idea of using the number “9” instead of the number “10” for perfection (as described in the saying “to the nines”). That gives the 99% of us imperfect humans some space to make mistakes and learn, doesn’t it?
  • I want to finish this post approximately 9 minutes earlier than usual, because I have to be at the hospital for work before 9 AM, because I’m on call for emergencies this morning from 9 to 10.
  • I’m hoping that writing this post reminds me about being on call for 9 o’clock, since 99% of the time I am NOT on call on Wednesdays (I’m usually on call on Monday afternoons).
  • At 10, I have 9 people signed up for a therapy group, and I rate that as a 9 out of a possible perfect 10.
  • On my walk home from work yesterday, I heard a song that has a “9” in the title. Would you like to take 9 seconds and/or 9 guesses for what song that might have been?








  • After hitting the “return” key 9 times (and giving you enough friggin’ space, I hope), I shall now show you the song that was playing, yesterday, when I left the hospital after a 9-hour workday starting at 9 AM:

  •  99″ (found here on YouTube) is a tune by Toto which I’ve loved — and have loved to sing along to —  for between 9 and 99 years. My boyfriend Michael and I have had approximately 99 discussions about our disagreements about that band and that song. (Michael 99.9%* dislikes both of them.)
  • About 9 minutes after I heard “99” yesterday, I heard a magnificent piece by a famous composer.  Feel free to take 9 seconds and/or 9 guesses to come up with an answer for what that second 9-related musical piece was. ((Hint: this composer said a word that sounds like the topic of this post when setting limits with people and turning things down).








Before I leave, I need a photo with some 9’s in it. I took this, yesterday, as I was listening to Beethoven’s 9th:


I wonder how many comments I’ll get on this post today?  (Does it matter to me how many comments I get?  What do you think?)

99,999 thanks to Aaron,Michael,  Ludwig Van, David Paitch, Jeff Porcaro, Steve Lukather, Steve Porcaro, Bobby Kimball,  David Hungate** AND — of course! — to you, for bringing all your perfect and imperfect numbers here, today.

* I originally estimated the percentage of Michael’s dislike of “99” and Toto at 99%. Because truthfulness is more than 99% important to me, I checked out the 99% with him before publishing this post at 7:19, and Michael actually suggested I add the additional .9!  99 additional thanks to Michael for adding more 9’s to this post.

** The last 6  (an upside-down 9) in that list of 9 names are original members of the band Toto, which means, in Latin, “all-encompassing.”

*** You didn’t really expect me to have 9 footnotes here, did you? (Although I did go through the trouble to put in 9 links, people!)

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Day 626: The C word

My cardiologist called me the C word, at my check-up three months ago.

I  tried not to catastrophize about it.  But I was concerned,  ’cause criticism can stick. Conversely, I considered it comical, that my cardiologist could call me that!

I concocted a cunning counter-move.

My cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, is considered a completely caring and competent doctor, by everybody who comes into contact with him. But ever since he called me the C word, and I’ve clinically consulted his female co-workers — I’ve called him out, concerning that circumstance.

Care to conjecture these women’s countenances when I confronted them with my cardiologist’s comment?

They were completely confused and confounded, of course.

Yesterday morning,  as I contemplated my up-coming cardiology appointment with Dr. Salem at 3 o’clock that day, I considered comprehensive conversations about

  1. my congenitally corrected transposition,
  2. my other cardiac conditions and concerns,
  3. Dr. Salem calling me the C word,
  4. et cetera.

Concurrently, I considered this:

I know the title for my next blog post!

… a cognition I see is completely c-less, in the current moment.

I started seeing C-words, consecutively, on my walk to work, including




cop (and cars!)




and more crosswalks and crossers.

I considered what music to include in today’s post, and concluded:

Of course!  I’ll include a composition by keyboardist Chick Corea!  He was born in Chelsea, Massachusetts, where my father grew up!

Here’s Chelsea’s Chick Corea’s composition, Sidewalk:

(YouTube video of “Sidewalk” found here.)

Anyway, as I continued on the sidewalk, I noticed more cars and commuters.

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You can’t completely see her, but that’s my co-worker Jan, across the crowded street. I wonder if that looked creepy to anyone — my taking that many consecutive shots of Jan.

Jan is definitely NOT the C word my cardiologist called me (although she may have used various c-words, out of my earshot, when she’s feeling cranky). I consider Jan to be other C-words: caring, compassionate, comical, and convivial.  I wonder if she considers herself those things?

Anyway, I called out to Jan and she crossed over, to see me.

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After conducting individual and group therapy at work, I left for my cardiology appointment.  On the way, I encountered more C-words:

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… before encountering my cardiologist.

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That’s Dr. Salem, in the corridor before my check-up, calling me a “pain in the ass” to his co-worker!!

I continued my cunning scheme of calling out Dr. Salem calling me the C word, as his medical assistant, Julie, cuffed me:


Julie said, “He called you WHAT?!? That’s completely uncalled for!!” (or words to that effect).

Anyway, everybody yesterday seemed very pleased with how I’m doing, cardiac-wise. And Dr. Salem and I cracked up, several times, during my cardiology appointment.

After the appointment, I casually encountered my other cardiologist, Dr. Mark Estes, in another corridor. Continuing my consistent cracking on Dr. Salem, I said to Dr. Estes:

Dr. Salem called me a pain in the ass, today!  I’m going to put that in my blog!

When I saw Dr. Estes’s concerned countenance, I reconsidered.  Then we exchanged these comments:

Me: Okay, I may not write that. But I’m definitely including in my blog something else he called me, three months ago. He called me   … CHUBBY!!

Dr. Estes: That’s worse.

Before I conclude this “C word” post, I have to choose a category for it. How would you categorize it?  Also, are there C words I could have included here, to make it more complete?

Thanks to my cardiologists, to Chick Corea, to people from Chelsea, to c-words everywhere, and to you — of course! — for coming by, today.

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Day 624: Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

Yesterday, I wrote a blog post about how I was looking at things. While that could describe every blog post I’ve ever written, I also had a specific intent and investment in an outcome yesterday: I hoped to generate more comments from my readers.

Here’s some interesting data: that post got fewer comments than any other blog post I’ve written for several weeks, if not months. (I’m not giving you exact data here, because I just gave up going deeper into my past posts, to retrieve that number.)

What went “wrong” yesterday?  Why did I get fewer comments, when I was trying to get more?

I really can’t answer that.

However, I shall now do what I often do, when something unexpected happens. I shall try to make meaning of it.

Does my getting such a low number of comments yesterday mean any of the following?

  1. Yesterday’s post (or other recent posts) sucked, and I’ve lost readers as a result.
  2. Yesterday’s post (or other recent posts) did not suck, and I’ve lost readers anyway.
  3. I’ve peaked in terms of reader satisfaction, and it’s all downhill from now on.
  4. People were too busy to comment yesterday, for lots of reasons.
  5. People saw through my scheming attempts to get more comments and rebelled, as a result.
  6. Some things people communicate just inexplicably get considerably more or fewer reactions, as others may have experienced.

Some of my guesses, above, might be off-base, especially since they involve mind-reading, catastrophizing, and other unhelpful, distorted thoughts.

So I may never know why I got so few comments, yesterday.

Does that matter?

Probably not.  As I’ve often heard and do believe:  quality, not quantity, is more important. And the comments I got yesterday were very high quality, indeed.

So why am I writing this post, today?

Because, honestly, I had moments, yesterday, of feeling

  • disappointment,
  • rejection, and
  • confusion

… about the low number of comments.

There were also many moments, yesterday, when I did NOT feel

  • disappointment,
  • rejection, and
  • confusion.

There were many moments I felt:

  • grateful
  • connected, and
  • clear.

In those moments, I was appreciating what I WAS getting, here in the blogging world and in my other worlds, too. I was present and mindful — at work, home, and elsewhere — amid many challenges.

Also, when I was feeling grateful, connected and clear yesterday, I spent some time thinking about what blog posts I might write, in the future.

For example, I thought I might write a blog post, at some point, called “Tomorrow’s Girls.” I considered including, in that post of tomorrow:

  •  my thoughts about the realities of being female in a hierarchical system like, say, a major city hospital (or other environments and cultures),
  • some photos I took yesterday of young women near the campuses of Simmons and Emmanuel Colleges:

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But here’s a dilemma for me:

How do I write — authentically and empathically — about sexism that I experience for myself and witness others experiencing, without losing  people I care about in the process?

That’s something else I can’t answer today.

Before I end yet another imperfect post here — where I struggle to balance hopes and fears about connecting with others — I want to say more about my yesterday.

I wrote a draft of today’s post last night, very similar to what you are reading now.  And, I did something else unusual, too.

I asked my 16-year-old son to read it. I didn’t request that he tell me, honestly, what he thought, because I figured he would do that, no matter how I introduced it.

I was, I admit, a little anxious about how he might react.

That turned out much better than I feared (as things often do).  He and I had an interesting and long-ranging discussion about sexism, where I learned a lot.

Today, I still don’t know how to write about that topic here.

Perhaps this girl might be figuring that out,  tomorrow.

Thanks to my son, to my boyfriend, to my male cats, to girls and boys and men and women whom I encounter at work and in all my other worlds too, and to you — of course! — for being here today (and, perhaps, yesterday and tomorrow).

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Day 619: Something to remind you

If you’ve read this blog before, you probably don’t need something to remind you that I love the music of Pat Metheny, the jazz composer and guitarist.

Yesterday, while I was walking to work,  I heard this song of Pat’s:

(YouTube video of “Something To Remind You” found here)

While I was listening, I saw some things to remind me of issues I think about a lot. For example, I noticed barriers and obstacles:



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As the song “Something to Remind You” came to an end, I noticed this, which reminded me of something else:


As can happen, there were some barriers and obstacles, there, to making sense and meaning. There was also a lot, in that image, that I could take in and understand.


In this post, I could continue to show somethings to remind myself of healing work and other experiences I witnessed, yesterday.

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Yesterday, before I left my office, I noticed something was gone — something to remind people that tears (and any other feelings) are always welcomed where I work.


Yes, all my tissues had been used up, yesterday. Now, that picture is something to remind me to bring more in, today.


I’m not sure, exactly, how else to mark this Day of Remembrance,September 11, in today’s post.

Perhaps, just this: A thank you to all my readers for all the memories you bring here today. Then, perhaps, silence.


Or, if you choose, I’ll offer another Pat Metheny song that showed up in my earphones yesterday, for the first time ever.  It was only just now, as I was creating this post, that I discovered this song was from his album “One Quiet Night,” when 9/11/01 was right there, to remind him.

… on his new album One Quiet Night, the New York based guitarist takes a turn towards quiet ruminations on solo acoustic guitar, largely inspired by post 9-11 moods.

(quote found here)

Recorded by Metheny in his New York City home, half of the material on the CD was captured on a single night in November 2001 ….the November 2001 session was not originally intended for public consumption and was entirely improvisational in nature … In the liner notes, Metheny hopes this album will offer his listeners “some peace and enjoyment.”

(quote found here)


(YouTube video of “Song for The Boys” found here)


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Day 614: Pretzel Logic

Tonight, my son Aaron and I are going to see Steely Dan in concert.

(YouTube video found here)


That image — which I found (thanks to a Google Image search) here and which is part of the documentation of a logical, painstaking, and amazing quest by Bob Egan of PopSpots to find the NYC location for the Steely Dan “Pretzel Logic” album cover —  reminds me of things I try to capture with the pictures I show you in my blog, like these I took yesterday (as I thought about the words “Pretzel Logic”):

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Was my connection between Bob Egan’s photo and my photos logical or illogical?

Was it twisted like a pretzel?


(found here)

Was it untwisted like a pretzel?


(found here)

I just found out that April 26 is National Pretzel Day.

Aaron and I have been hearing Steely Dan music — through the pretzel-y shapes of our outer and inner ears — for many years. (43* for me, 16 for him). The first concert Aaron went to was Steely Dan, when he was about three years old (if my twist-and-turn-y memory serves me correctly).

Was it logical or illogical for me to write that last sentence, considering I went to a Pat Metheny concert when I was pregnant with Aaron?

Sometimes, when I make plans to attend a concert, I lose track of the time. For example, I scheduled Aaron getting all four twisty wisdom teeth removed today, before I realized, last weekend, that the Steely Dan concert was on the same date.

I wonder how logical/illogical Donald Fagen and Walter Becker — the founding and enduring members of Steely Dan — will be tonight?

Maybe they’ll serve pretzels at the concert!!**

Thanks to Donald Fagen, Walter Becker, Bob Egan,  Phil David Fine, Wen-Ti Tisen, and Aaron;  to Wild Willy’s in Watertown Massachusetts USA (for the frappe and the cowboy mural); to people who try to capture the logical and the illogical; and to you — of course! — for making your pretzel-y way here, today.

* Actually, 42 years of listening to Steely Dan for me, but who’s counting?

** My enthusiasm there wasn’t exactly logical. I never buy pretzels.

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Day 609: Invisible

In order to start making some of my thoughts and feelings visible to you today, here’s an image from yesterday’s post:


If my reason for including that photo in Day 608: Low hanging fruit is invisible to you now, it wouldn’t kill you to read that post, you know.

I’d like to make this visible, now: I had some thoughts and feelings, yesterday, about “The Invisible Man” — and the rest of those Classics Illustrated Comic Books — which I kept invisible.

That’s not unusual. I have lots of feelings and thoughts when I am writing anything — some of which I show and some of which I keep hidden.

Why do any of us keep certain thoughts and feelings hidden? Perhaps, because of:

  • fear of others’ reactions,
  • shame,
  • assuming we’re alone with these thoughts and feelings,
  • an old habit of keeping secrets, and/or
  • having so many thoughts and feelings, that we must pick and choose what we reveal.

Should I make visible some of my Invisibles from yesterday?

Sure. My sister might sell some or all of those comic books. I have mixed feelings about that. I have lots of memories, very visible to me, now, of reading them when I was a kid.

Actually, now that I think of it, those vivid memories might be enough.  I may not need the actual comic books visible in my life, at this point.

That was a helpful thought.

What’s next?

If I were visible to you now, you might see that I am

  • eager,
  • perplexed,
  • a little worried, and
  • hopeful

about transforming other thoughts and feeling about the topic “Invisible” into a blog post, good enough for you and me.

Here’s another thought I’m having about “Invisible.” It’s  a song by Clay Aiken.

Something I have kept invisible, until now, in this blog:  Starting in the year 2003, I saw many Clay Aiken concerts, along with several people who were very visible in my life, at that time.

As I’m writing this, their faces are visible in my mind. I’m wondering if any of them are reading my blog, these days. If they are, maybe they’ll make their reactions visible to me, by making a comment! (That would be cool.)

Here’s a video of Clay singing “Invisible” on his JukeBox Tour in August 2005, with Spanish subtitles:

(YouTube video found here)

Whenever I decide to include a video here, YouTube usually gives me several choices. My decision process — which is visible to me and likely invisible to anybody else — includes these preferences:

  • Live performance.
  • Good enough audio.
  • Good enough video.
  • Something familiar to me.
  • Something unfamiliar to me (like a different locale or language).
  • People being given credit.
  • Applause!!

Now I’m wondering this:  Am  I giving enough visible structure to this post? If not, here’s a helpful question I ask myself when I am writing, every day.

Have I made my important reasons for writing this post visible enough — to my readers and to myself?

For this post, I’m not sure if I am totally in touch with what’s important about “Invisible.” When my intentions seem somewhat invisible to me, it helps to make a list, quickly, without thinking.  What else do I want to communicate, here and now, about “Invisible”?

  • Other people’s thoughts, feelings, and intentions are often invisible to us.
  • When I create anything (including a blog post), parts of my process are inevitably invisible to others.
  • It’s your choice what you make visible and invisible to others.
  • When I was a child and dealing with a congenital heart condition and many hospitalizations, I sometimes felt  invisible and — sometimes — too visible.
  • These days, feeling invisible can be a good thing, especially when I’m walking around in public, singing or dancing.
  • When I was recently talking to my managers at work about feeling invisible in a weekly meeting, one of them said, “Maybe you are more visible there, than you think.”


Before I end this visible/invisible post, I shall now make visible some images I captured yesterday:



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There are two things I want to make visible about those photos, above. For me, visibility often includes answers AND questions.

  1. I am trying to make visible, here, the tree in our backyard which, after tomorrow, will be visible no more.
  2. What the heck is that very visible squirrel — in the first photo — holding in its very visible mouth?

Thanks to Clay Aiken; to all the people I’ve met along the meanderings of my path (invisible and visible); to trees, dogs, and other living things; and to you — of course! — for both the visible and the invisible you bring here, today.

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Day 606: Threes

Yesterday, on my walk away from work, I heard a great, great, great song: Sing, Sing, Sing.

As usual, when I write a post for you, I learn something. Already, today, I’ve learned three new things about Sing, Sing, Sing:

  1. Sing, Sing, Sing was written by Louis Prima.
  2. The original title had three additional words:  Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing).
  3. The song has lyrics.

Here’s a version I love of Sing, Sing, Sing, featuring

  1. Gary Burton on vibes,
  2. Eddie Daniels on clarinet, and
  3. Peter Erskine on drums.

(found here on YouTube)

Here’s a second — and the best-known — version of Sing, Sing, Sing, performed by Benny Goodman (and featuring the amazing Gene Krupa on drums).

(found here on YouTube)

Before I wrote this post, I assumed that Sing, Sing, Sing was written by Benny Goodman. Here’s the third version, performed by the composer (including the lyrics):

(found here on YouTube)

I really, really, really like the name Sing, Sing, Sing, especially since I’ve been writing (here, here, and here) about singing

  • more publicly,
  • with more confidence in my skills, and
  • letting go of fear.

My goals, to do that, have included:

  1. Joining a chorus.
  2. Joining a local production of a musical, and
  3. Finding an Open Microphone singing venue.

I’ve done the first two on that list before, but that third type of performance would be new to me.

I hereby resolve — with my readers as my witness — that, this three-day weekend, I shall take the following steps to meet Goal #3:

  1. Google “singing open mics near Boston”
  2. Call one of the venues.
  3. I can’t think of a third thing that would help me do this. Can you?

As usual,  I’d like to include some photos in this post. Since Gary Burton was my original inspiration for this post, I’ll show you three photos of him, in chronological order.

Here’s a photo of Gary Burton, in 1973:

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(photo NOT found here, even though Google tells me so)

Here’s a photo of Gary Burton (center), three years before the above performance with the GRP All-Star Big Band, when he was the Dean of Curriculum of Berklee College of Music, in Boston:


And here’s Gary, these days, on the cover of his 2013 autobiography, Learning to Listen.

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(photo found here)

I haven’t read that book yet (because when I do have time to read, it’s blogs, blogs, blogs), but “Learning to Listen” is a great three-word title, isn’t it?

In researching this post, I also googled “quotes about three,” and here are three of my favorites:

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
— Buddha

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
— Confucius

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
— Robert Frost

Thanks to all!

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Day 600: Scary things

Hey!  I see by my post title that I am blogging for the 600th consecutive day!

Round numbers can seem important, and important things can seem scary, don’t you think?

Yes, this post is going to focus on “scary things.”  However, since I like balance, I’m assuming there will be “unscary things” here,  too.

Shall we get started?

Wait! Something’s missing.  For me, when something is missing, it’s often music.

Friends, bloggers, and country-people, lend me your ears* … for some scary background music.

My first scary-music choice is from The Blair Witch Project, a film that scared the bejeesus out of me.

If The Blair Witch Project isn’t your taste, how about music from The Shining?

(found here on YouTube)

How about “Tubular Bells” from The Exorcist?

One final warning: Those music choices will probably start with advertisements.**

Okay!  Without further ado, choices, or other types of stalling,** I hereby present:

Things That Have Scared Me

(in alphabetical order)

  1. Anger
  2. Babies
  3. Cruelty
  4. Doctors
  5. Expletives
  6. Films
  7. Germs
  8. Hospitals
  9. Injustice
  10. Justice systems
  11. Know-it-alls
  12. Loud noises
  13. Mistakes
  14. Neglect
  15. Onions
  16. Planes
  17. Quitting
  18. Rage
  19. Shame
  20. Technology
  21. Underestimating
  22. Violence
  23. Witches
  24. Xerox machines
  25. Youth-obsessed cultures
  26. Zoos

Things That Have Not Scared Me

(in alphabetical order)

  1. Aging
  2. Babies
  3. Cats
  4. Doctors
  5. Expletives
  6. Foreigners
  7. Giants
  8. Humans
  9. Insecurity
  10. Justice
  11. Knowledge
  12. Love
  13. Movies
  14. Needs
  15. Onions
  16. Public speaking
  17. Quiet
  18. Risk-taking
  19. Spiders
  20. Therapy
  21. Underworlds
  22. Violent weather
  23. Wicked (the musical)
  24. X-rays
  25. Youth
  26. Zoos

What do you think of these scary and unscary things? Don’t be scared of disagreement,** please.

Geesh!  That was scary!  I almost pressed the WordPress** “publish” button without including the image that inspired this whole post, to begin with.

Yesterday, when my bf Michael and I were on our first walk since my return home from Edinburgh, I saw this:



Thanks to Wikipedia**; to those who are scared or unscared by all the things mentioned in this post; to the creative people who score movies (scary and otherwise);  to lists** of scary things on the internet** (including this list); and to you, especially, because you don’t scare me!

*  Spending a week immersed in comedy at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe (see here, here, here, here, and here) has definitely had an effect on me. My thought, as I wrote “lend me your ears,” was this: “I’m glad Vincent Van Gogh is not alive to read this.”  Minds can be scary things, can’t they?

**  Another scary thing (that didn’t make the lists).

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Day 575: It was that kind of day

There were several times, yesterday, when I remarked on the kind of day it was.

It was that kind of day.

To begin with, it was raining, hard, during the entire time I was in my car yesterday morning. It was that kind of drenching, flooding, windshield-cascading, drain-overwhelming downpour we get during the summer here, but seldom for such a sustained period of time.

While I was sitting in my car during that morning commute, I imagined the under-water fight scene from a Hong-Kong-produced Jackie Chan movie. I thought,  “I wonder if I could find that scene on YouTube?”

I could.

(I found it here!)

Anyway, after I made it, yesterday, to my work parking garage, I got out of the car without my umbrella. After all, I was inside! However, it still rained on me, through a gap in the garage roof. One of the nice guys who work there  commiserated about that, and told me that part of the garage was already flooding.

It was that kind of day.

While I often enjoy walking in the rain and listening to music, I took the shuttle from the garage to work, because it was that kind of day. I heard the shuttle driver exclaim out loud, as he had trouble getting by a big truck stopped outside of Fenway Park.

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I took a few more shots on that shuttle ride. Nobody seemed to notice. It was that kind of day.

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After I got to work, I heard many conversations about the effects of the weather that morning, including a report that the weather had quickly turned sunny, warm, and humid.

I couldn’t go outside to see for myself, because I was preparing for a presentation I was giving to some medical residents and interns.  I had more time, than expected, to prepare (even though I really didn’t need it), because none of my morning patients showed up.

It was that kind of day.

Part of my pre-presentation plan was preparing hand-outs about the work I do.  I had trouble with the printer near my office, but managed to get some things to print.  Then, I went up to the 6th floor to use a copier, but that was broken.

It was that kind of day.

I noticed  lots of “Wet Paint” signs near the elevator on the 6th floor. I remarked to the painter, “It’s that kind of day where I’ll probably get paint all over myself.”

He pointed out that’s what the signs were for. And he was right. There was no paint on Ann, all day.

Here are some of the many warning signs, near the elevator:

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By the way, I took those photos later in the day, after my presentation — which went fine and was fun, actually.

Before my presentation, I went to the hospital cafeteria for some lunch and noticed these, on the way:

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After my presentation, I was relieved, as usual.

None of my regularly scheduled patients showed up for therapy during the afternoon, either.  However, I was also the Social Worker On Call, and people requested my assistance in dealing with some challenging situations.

It was that kind of day.

On the walk back to my car, it was sunny, warm, and humid (as previously reported).

I saw this …


… and had a thought I’ve often had before: I really should write a blog post called “What IS That??”

There were lots of people around, on my walk to the garage, because it was a game night, at Fenway Park.

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I wonder if that kid sensed I was taking photos?  I was particularly interested in his shirt (seen here in close-up):


What IS that??

Anyway, more photos I took, near the end of that kind of day:

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Later, I took one more photo, when I was meeting my son after his play rehearsal.


Yes, it was that kind of day.

Thanks to Jackie Chan, to those dealing with floods or disasters of any kind, to correctional institutions for teeth, to all the people and things I encountered yesterday, and to you — of course! — for having that kind of day when you visit, here.

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Day 564: What is the name of …

… this drink?



… these animals?

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…. these flowers?

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… these places?

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… this person?



…. this song?



… and this day?


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(images found herehere, here, and here)


One last question: what is the name of this post?

Many thanks to Starbucks (for making a drink for me that’s not on the menu), to my boyfriend (for the photo of the two felines), to the city of Boston, to Atlanta Rhythm Section (for the song), to people everywhere who celebrate Friday (and other days), to those who shall remain nameless, and to you — of course! — for visiting here today, no matter what your name.

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