Posts Tagged With: Boston Massachusetts

Day 1600: Round numbers

Today is the 1600th day in a row of blog postings, here at the Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally.  1600 is a round number and a much bigger number than expected when I began this blogging journey back on January 1, 2013.

Do you have any reactions to round numbers?  In therapy, people often describe negative reactions they have about reaching round numbers as they age. For example, somebody yesterday talked about turning 40 with a lot of self-judgment.  For some reason, when people approach round numbers, they can roundly judge themselves about their accomplishments and life situations.

A round number is just a number, no more significant than any other number. And yet,  here I am roundly noting it.

However, I am not going to get into a round of self-judgment about my posts. Instead, I’m going to post two musical round numbers (going round here and here on YouTube).

Here’s a round number of photos I took yesterday:

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This is my blogging world, and I’ve tried to shape it as best I can.

A round of applause for the large number of people who’ve help me create these 1600 posts and — of course! — for you, on this round-number day.

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Day 1595: Peace cutting through turmoil

In the midst of my personal turmoil of deciding what blog post to write this morning  — (“Should I acknowledge Mother’s Day? Write about my late mother, about being a mother, or about mothers I know?  Should I discuss the current turmoil in world politics? Mention the two funeral services I attended yesterday? Explore the turmoil involved in moving? Celebrate the return home tomorrow of my son?”) — one photo I took yesterday is cutting through the turmoil.

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I think we could all use some peace cutting through turmoil, don’t you?  And I can’t think of a better way to celebrate Mother’s Day today in the USA.

I hope my other photos from yesterday provide some peace cutting through turmoil.

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Here‘s peace cutting through turmoil on YouTube:

 

As always, my gratitude for all who help me create these posts and for you — of course! — cuts through everything.

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Day 1538: Location, location, location

“Location, location, location” is something people say in the real estate biz.

“Location, location, location” is the answer to the question

What’s important to consider when you’re buying a property?

“Location, location, location” is something I said, yesterday, in the location of my office on what I call “the busiest street in America.”

“Location, location, location” was a topic in a therapy, therapy, therapy  group, yesterday.

The location, location, location of these photos are (1) on my iPhone, (2) in my blog, and (3) now appearing on a screen near you.

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The location, location, location for banana peels was that trash receptacle in the Tufts Medical Center garage.

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The location, location, location for that sign was a wall of Tufts Medical Center, where I went to get my INR blood levels tested yesterday morning.  In the location, location, location of the United States it’s been difficult, difficult, difficult lately to separate myth from fact, but the fact is that my INR levels were in the perfect location, location, location yesterday.

 

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The location, location, location for defibrillators include (1)  the wall of Tufts Medical Center, (2) many places where people might need to be resuscitated, and (3)   my body.

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The  location, location, location of that snow, snow, snow is near Fenway Park, Boston, USA.

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The location, location, location of that white board is in my office, where I do individual therapy, group therapy, and crisis intervention. Note all the location, location, locations on that board, including Ithaca, the woods, and the suburbs.

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Those are two important location, location, locations for me — the ocean and the busiest street in America.

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The location, location, location of that amazing St. Patrick’s Day hat is on Anthony’s head.

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The location, location, location of that sign is in the fax room at work.

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The location, location, location of those gel letters is outside the nurses, nurses, nurses office where I work.

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The location, location, location of that helpful, helpful, helpful saying is the white board in my office.

The location, location, location of that caterpillar roll was on my plate, at Genki Ya, our favorite Sushi Restaurant.

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The location, location, location for that St. Patrick’s Day cake was Whole Foods Market.

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The location, location, location of that saying was on a Yogi tea bag, in my mug, at home.

Since one of the location, location, locations on my white board yesterday was the woods, here‘s my favorite, favorite, favorite song from Into the Woods.

Please, please, please leave a comment in the location, location, location below.

The location, location, location of my gratitude for you, you, and you is always, always, always at the bottom of my posts.

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Day 592: On her way

I was on my way to my car, after work yesterday, when “On Her Way” by Pat Metheny started playing.

(YouTube video found here)

This squirrel was on her (or his) way somewhere, too.

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If that squirrel were on its way to Edinburgh, Scotland (like my son and I later today) and asking me for directions, I might wonder whether gray squirrels (rather than red or black squirrels) were native there. About 150 days ago (but who’s counting?),  I wrote a post that included squirrels, and learned from my WordPress readers that different places in the world have different colored squirrels. Would a squirrel from Boston, Massachusetts, USA feel at home in the UK?

I’ve been to Edinburgh twice before, and I remember feeling comfortable there. But no way could I speak for any visiting squirrels.

When I was on my way to checking out my blog post about squirrels — to make sure I included all their colors —  I discovered this post (written when I was on my way to returning to work after a long bout with pneumonia), which reminded me to pack this button in my suitcase:

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I don’t need to pack the blue jean jacket shown there, because I’m wearing it on the plane today.

I was on my way to showing you more photos from my walk away from work yesterday, but I got distracted by squirrels, buttons, etc. Here are more of yesterday’s shots:

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And while I might get caught up with one thing on my way through any (neighbor)hood — like that Hood Milk blimp, yesterday, on its way around Fenway Park — I’ll notice other things, too.

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I know that, in Edinburgh, they use a different word for at least one of those things, above.

When I’m on my way anywhere, I especially notice people.  For example, when I snapped this yesterday

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some Red Sox fans saw that, and immediately posed.

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Then, the guy on the right gave me a high-five, on my way past him.

Minutes later, I got ANOTHER high-five from this guy, who I usually see at my workplace parking garage (and who appeared in a previous post, here).

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I often hear, from others, that people in Boston are not friendly. I don’t find that to be true. Maybe that’s because I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, so I am used to the kind of friendliness here.

Here are a few more things I’ve become used to, on my way:

  • I  may worry about things that could go wrong, especially before I leave on a trip.
  • I may feel some anxiety and even disappointment, when I first arrive at a new location.
  • I get used to new places pretty quickly.
  • I can have fun, even when I haven’t had enough sleep.

I’m on my way to feeling better, right now.

Okay! There are just a few more photos I want to show you this morning, on my way to ending this post.

Actually, at this point, that would be procrastinating.  I’m on my way, to finish packing!

Thanks to Pat Metheny, the good people in Boston, anyone else who contributed to the creation of this post, those who are welcoming everywhere, and to you — of course! — for stopping on your way, today.

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