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Day 1473: Expectations

Four years ago, when my expectations for this blog were that I would write one post every day for only one year, I published my first post about expectations.

My expectations, here and now, include the following:

  • I’ve learned more about expectations since then.
  • Most people have expectations for themselves and for others.
  • It helps to be aware of expectations and to check them out with other people.
  • Expectations are a form of fortune-telling about the future.
  • My regular readers probably have expectations about the kinds of photos I include in this blog.

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How did those photos match your expectations?

My expectation is that I’ll find appropriate music for this post on YouTube.

I expect that any comment from you would exceed my expectations.

Any expectations about how I might end this post?

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Day 1434: Face Time

Face it! For the second time in the (almost) four years that people have been facing time and having face time with my daily blog, I’m publishing a post titled “Face Time.” I wrote that previous Face Time post during the time when I was facing my first open heart surgery AND  when my only son (who has a great face) was leaving for a five-year program at the University of Edinburgh.

Now it’s time to face

  • another day,
  • the consequences of the U.S.  presidential election,
  • my ongoing recovery from open heart surgery AND unexpected pacemaker replacement surgery,
  • another New England winter,
  • my son returning home on December 22 for the holidays, and
  • the faces in the photos I took yesterday.

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If you have the time, please tell me which faces are  your favorites.

Do you have time to face the music of “Feliz Navidad”?

 

Thanks to all the faces who helped me create today’s Face Time post and to you — of course! — for having face time with me, here and now.

 

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Day 1397: Playful Spirits

Greetings to all you playful spirits, who have spirited yourselves here to read my blog!

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This playful spirit saw that sign, yesterday, when she was on a playful and spirited trip to the Fresh Pond Mall with her spirited and playful boyfriend, Michael.

Speaking of Michael, before I met him, I was afraid of spirits. Indeed, as I  described in this spirited post from three years ago, I used to stay up all night when I was a playful child, listening for spirits and trying to protect my family from them.  Soon after I met Michael, I was doing laundry in the basement and became convinced that there were hostile spirits around me. I ran up the stairs and told Michael about it. Michael listened to my  spirited fears and then non-playfully replied:

“Ann. You do realize that there are no ghosts, right?”

The clear and simple spirit of Michael’s statement was enough to cure my fears.  Since then, I’ve had no fear of spirits, playful or otherwise.

I still won’t watch movies or listen to stories about malevolent spirits, however,  because sleep is very good for my spirit.

Here are all the other photos I took, yesterday, with a playful spirit:

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Which of those photos show  the most playful spirit?

I playfully and spiritedly choose this YouTube video for today’s “Playful Spirits” post:

 

My playful spirit wishes to express spirited gratitude to all those spirits who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for your spirited visit here, today. That makes me …

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Day 1336: Stress Relief

Because I’m a psychotherapist,  I know about  stress relief. And because I’m a person alive in the year 2016, I sometimes  need stress relief.

Where do you find stress relief?

In a can?

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In the refrigerator?

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In books?

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In travel?

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In other creatures?

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In things you can buy?

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In boo boo kisses?

Tomorrow, I’m going back to work in Boston, Massachusetts, USA.  In two weeks, my only child is leaving for a five-year mathematics program in Edinburgh, Scotland.  In three weeks, I’ll be in Minnesota preparing for my first open heart surgery.

I don’t know about you, but I could probably use some stress relief.

Here’s the first thing I found on YouTube for “stress relief.”

 

Is it possible that leaving a comment for this post might provide stress relief for somebody?

I know that gratitude is great for stress relief, so thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for any stress relief you find or bring, here and now.

 

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Day 1014: Positions

Last Wednesday, I was in a position to meet with a sleep specialist at Tufts Medical Center in Boston. He took the  position that my mild sleep apnea could be effectively treated without my wearing a mask positioned on my face and a machine positioned by my bed.  He said that some data — from my sleep study performed over a year ago—  indicated that if I stayed sleeping in a side position, that would position me to have few or no occurrences of sleep apnea during the night.

He also told me about “positional therapy” devices I could buy that would position me on my side, all night long.

My positions about that included:

  • joy, because I REALLY dislike being attached to medical machines at night,
  • surprise, because I wondered why nobody else had noticed or interpreted the data that way before,
  • amazement about  the fancy  term “positional therapy” and the fancy price for something that looks like a fanny pack gone wild (if you position your cursor over my link for “positional therapy,” you’ll see what I mean), and
  • belief that I could MacGyver something else that would work just as well at keeping me in a side sleeping position, all night long.

If you don’t understand how I positioned the word “MacGyver” just now and do not want to position your cursor to find a helpful definition,  I’m in a position to easily share that right now:

MacGyver
Syllabification: Mac·Gy·ver
Pronunciation: /məˈɡīvər/
Definition of MacGyver in English:
verb

US informal
Make or repair (an object) in an improvised or inventive way, making use of whatever items are at hand:
“he MacGyvered a makeshift jack with a log”
“he has a pair of rectangular-framed glasses MacGyvered with duct tape”

Origin

1990s: from Angus MacGyver, the lead character in the television series MacGyver (1985–1992), who often made or repaired objects in an improvised way.

I am now in a position to tell you that I’ve stayed sleeping in a side position every night since my appointment with the sleep specialist last Wednesday.  How? I positioned socks and other clothes tightly in a backpack and positioned it on my back.  That perfectly keeps me in position sleeping on my side, all night long.

Now that we’re at this position in this post, is anybody else aware of a particular song positioning itself to be heard?

That disco song — “All Night Long” by Lionel Ritchie — reminds me of the very entertaining film my son, my boyfriend, and I saw positioned on a movie screen last night. Aaron, Michael, and I — positioned in some comfy theater seats — watched The Martianabout an  astronaut/botanist played by Matt Damon who is positioned on Mars for many months, MacGyvering his own survival over and over again, with disco the only music keeping him company.

When we got home from the movie, I said to Michael, “I think I could have survived on Mars.” Why did I take that position?   I was thinking about my “positional therapy” backpack and many survival techniques I’ve used over the years.

I shall now position some photos — taken from several positions yesterday —  into this post.

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Cats sure do get into some interesting positions, don’t they?

I think you can guess my position about any comments you might position below.

I’d like to position some thanks to Michael and Aaron, sleep specialists, The Martian, the Broken Tail Rescue Shelter (positioned at the PetSmart in Cambridge Massachusetts), everyone who has ever MacGyvered a solution to a problem, survivors everywhere, and you — of course! — for positioning yourself here, today.

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Day 539: Waffles

Here’s a post where I decided on the title — without waffling — hours before I started writing it. That’s unusual.

Yesterday, I met my friends Janet and Ray for brunch at the Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown. While sometimes I have trouble making decisions about what to order at a restaurant, I didn’t waffle yesterday. I knew I wanted to order waffles, only available on weekends. I did waffle, a little, about what kind of waffle to get, but — with Janet and Ray’s help — I soon settled on the sweet potato special:

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Don’t those deluxe waffles look delicious?  In case you’re waffling on how to respond, my answer is: they were!

Janet and Ray both tried them, and agreed the waffles were wonderful.

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Ray and Janet are looking at houses to buy, now that they’ve moved back to Massachusetts, and they told me about a place they definitely want to own. There was no waffling, for either of them, as they shared details about this home:

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I don’t know why, in particular, I chose to take a photo of the house’s doorknobs, except (1) I was waffling about other pictures to take and (2) those doorknobs are quite adorable.

We also talked about my blog, and I told them I had been waffling, a little, about quoting Ray yesterday without checking with him first.  I do have concerns about (1) misquoting people  and (2) hurting their feelings. Ray replied, without a hint of waffling in his voice, that I could write whatever I wanted to about him, without any fear whatsoever. Indeed, Ray strongly requested that I misquote him, deliberately.

Here’s a shot of Ray pledging, on his corned beef hash, that he wants me to misquote him in a blog post:

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For all you know, I may have done this, already.

After sharing waffles with my fine friends Janet and Ray, I returned home and asked my boyfriend Michael if he would like to accompany me on a walk.

Michael waffled at first, as we discussed the details, but then we came up with a mutual plan.

Our first stop was the cat shelter in Cambridge, where we had gotten our cat Harley, last October. We saw this cat:

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… who had a most excellent name:

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Waffles’s nervousness reminded me of Harley’s, who — when he was in the shelter — did not budge from his side cubby, kind of like Simba, here:

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Michael, yesterday, was non-waffling in his preference for Simba over all the other cats in the shelter, although he liked them all,  including this one:

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who had a most excellent name, too:

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After we visited with all the shelter cats, we headed out toward some very scenic paths. On our way, we passed by some buildings that appeared in yesterday’s post:

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Those kind of look like waffles, don’t they?  I usually waffle about which of those three buildings are shorter — or taller — than the others. It’s really difficult to tell, from most perspectives.

Once Michael and I reached the walking/bicycling paths, we waffled on which path to take first, because there were so many to choose from. It didn’t really matter, because they all were interesting and beautiful:

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As I was was taking that last shot, a magnificent blue bird, previously unseen by either of us, took off and flew away. I didn’t waffle for a second, and said, “It’s a blue heron!”   Michael was astonished, and told me he had recently seen a nature show about how elusive these birds are.   I replied I had seen quite a few, recently, in my walks near Boston, although I often waffle about my bird-identification expertise.

I hoped I might have caught that beautiful bird in my shot, but I was truly grateful just to see it.

What about you? If you see something special in that last photo, would you waffle about letting me know?

Besides the heron, Michael and I did see other creatures yesterday, who may have waffled about staying close to humans, but were still pretty easy to capture:

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Wait! That’s not a real turtle.  We didn’t see any turtles yesterday,  but we saw this big fish:

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… which we think was probably an alewife.  We also saw a large family of ducks. Here’s my best shot of them:

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Beyond a shadow of doubt, with or without waffles, I saw some marvelous things yesterday.

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Well, it’s time to stop waffling about how to end this post.

Thanks to waffles (and wafflers) everywhere, to Janet and Ray, to homes (no matter what the details), to Michael, to Hope (and all other shelter cats), to Broken Tail Rescue, to the Alewife Brook Reservation, to beautiful birds and other creatures, to people who keep the peace (in any dimension), and a special thanks to you, no matter how much waffling you do.

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