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Day 1990: Colorful

As colorful as this daily blog may have been since January  2013, I’ve never written a blog post titled “colorful” before this colorful day.  Ready for a colorful definition?

1. having much or varied color; bright.
“a colorful array of fruit”
synonyms: brightly colored, vivid, vibrant, brilliant, radiant, rich;
2. full of interest; lively and exciting.
“a controversial and colorful character”
synonyms: vivid, graphic, lively, animated, dramatic, fascinating, interesting, stimulating, scintillating, evocative
“a colorful account”

Now I have to make sure this post has much or varied color, is bright, brightly colored, vivid, vibrant, brilliant, radiant, rich, full of interest, lively and exciting, graphic, animated, dramatic, fascinating, interesting, stimulating, scintillating, and evocative. That seems like a tall order, especially since I have to leave soon for physical therapy with my colorful physical therapist, Matthew.

Perhaps my colorful photos from yesterday will help.

I couldn’t capture how colorful those fireworks were last night with my iPhone. Yeah, I live in such a colorful place that sometimes we are surprised by colorful fireworks for no apparent or documented reason. 

Sometimes I wish I didn’t live in such colorful times, but  I still have gratitude for all the colors around me.


Orange is my son’s favorite color and it’s also the official color of the group psychotherapy organization I’m becoming president of on July 1.   What a colorful life I lead!

I almost forgot to include a colorful song.

If you receive a colorful message saying that video is unavailable, try clicking on the “colorful song” link, above.

I look forward to your colorful comments and hope you have a colorful day.

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Day 1647: Realize how good you really are

Yesterday, I realized, again, how good my ex-in-laws really are. The really good Julie and Kevin


hosted a really good July 4th party. I realized how good Kevin — who challenged my boyfriend Michael to a future cook-off —  really is at preparing food and also protecting his clothing.

Julie is really good at helping people realize how good they really are . (If you click on that really good link, you’ll be connected to her really good site, the Joy Source.) I’m sure Julie chose this really good sign for her really good home.


Julie and her family also realize how good it really is to have lots of cats.


I would like to realize how good I really am at taking pictures of really good parties.






Later, I realized how  good our new home by the sea really is for viewing the Boston July 4th fireworks.


For a long time, I’ve realized how good the Boston fireworks really are.


If you are very doubtful about how good you really are, please join with me and Julie in realizing it, once and for all.

I realize how good expressing thanks really is, so thanks to Julie, Kevin, their cats, the city of Boston, everybody else who helped me realize this post, and — of course! — to you, for how good you really are.

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Day 1282: The more you know…

How would you complete this sentence?

The more you know …

I’ll show you how Tufts Medical Center in Boston — where I was hospitalized last night for fevers — completes that sentence:


Do you believe that the more you know, the better you feel?

Here’s more to know about my July 4th, yesterday:

  • The on call doctor phoned me to say he would feel better if he knew I went to the Emergency Room to get more cultures for endocarditis, since nobody knew why I was continuing to have fevers.
  • Because I know more about Emergency Rooms than most people, I decided I’d feel better if I went earlier rather than later.
  • The more some people know about the E.R., the better they feel, as evidenced by this photo I took soon after I decided to go.


  • I “knew” that the staff at the Emergency Room would simply take more blood cultures  and release me after that, which helped me feel better, since I hate to stay at  hospitals.
  • The more I knew, the more convinced I was that I was NOT going to see any of my beloved fireworks this year, which made me feel worse.
  • Once I knew that the Emergency Room doctors wanted to hospitalize me because they couldn’t figure out what was causing my fevers, the worse I felt.
  • I emailed my cardiologist, Dr.Deeb Salem — who is on vacation and away from the hospital until next week — about the developing situation in the Emergency Room, assuming that the more he knew, the better he would feel.
  • The more I knew about the doctors’ thoughts and feelings regarding my being hospitalized, the better I felt about reluctantly acquiescing.
  • The more people know about my cardiologist Dr. Deeb Salem — who sent me the two-word email “Safe plan” — the better they feel.
  • The more I knew about my nurses after I got settled in my hospital room, the better I felt.
  • The more I knew about a FABULOUS vantage point in the hospital for watching the famous Boston fireworks at 10:30, the better I felt.






Now that we know more, how do we feel?

The more I know to express my heart-felt gratitude to my readers, the better I feel.

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