Posts Tagged With: Cook. in Newton

Day 1220: We Live Here

We live here, where the weather forecast is rainy and cold every day before I go back to work on Monday.

The Pat Metheny Group lives here, playing “We Live Here.”

We live here near Boston, where there are lots of things to see and do even when it’s rainy and cold.

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“We Live Here” was playing in my headphones as I walked around Mount Auburn Cemetery in nearby Cambridge (where I used to live).

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Many birds live here in Mount Auburn Cemetery.

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After I took that photo of those ducks that live here, my phone stopped living, temporarily.

We all still live here, thank goodness.

Living thanks to all who contributed to today’s post and to you — of course! — no matter where you live.

 

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Day 1129: It’s all good

It’s all good, here on the day after my birthday.

It’s all good that yesterday’s birthday was my fourth birthday since I went all in for this all good daily blog on January 1, 2013.  It’s all good that all my good readers can read all about all those birthdays here, here,  here, and here.

It’s all good that yesterday I thought and said, several times

This may be my best birthday ever!

It’s all good that I felt, thought, and said that sincerely yesterday, despite not all good things going as planned for my all-good birthday. For example, my all good vocal coach had to postpone our good plans to record me singing another all good audition song for the all good TV show, “The Voice.” Also, all good me was a good ten minutes late for my good appointment with an all good tax preparer. And, I got temporarily locked out of my all-good new office in Newton.  But, it was all good.

It’s all good that I made this all good promise to myself, on the all good day I turned an all good 63 years old:

From now on, if things don’t go as planned, I will judge neither myself nor anybody else!

That’s going to make all good things better, don’t you think?

It’s all good that I took all these good photographs yesterday.  Which all good photo do you think is the best?

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It’s all good that I get to share all good things with all my good readers.

All good thanks to all good people who helped me celebrate my birthday yesterday, including my great son Aaron and my great boyfriend Michael.  And all good gratitude to you — of course! — for reading all good things I share, here at the Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally.

 

 

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Day 1050: So So

Yesterday was so great for so, so many reasons.

I had food that was so delicious at a restaurant that was so, so excellent.

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One of those comments is so me and one of them is so Deborah.

So, who is Deborah?  Deborah is my ex-sister-in-law, whom I love soooooo much. (If you so want to see Deborah in some photos from our so recent and so fabulous trip to Edinburgh, it would be so easy to click here).

Deborah is so funny, clever, and lovely in so many ways, that any attempt to capture her so wonderful essence in one so-imperfect blog post is going to fall so short, no matter how long it is.

Here’s a so-fun exchange we had yesterday morning, when Oscar the cat was being so intrusive on my keyboard:

How does 9:30 sound?
It sounds like music to my ears.
You can park in back of our p
ooops!
Oscar sent that message too soon
You can park in back
if you choose

Ahh over eager kitty messaging
Yes. This is a constant issue.
Oscar also writes his own text messages.
Of course, when I wrote that, he stopped.

32S

See you shortly!

Maybe Oscar has others to text with
Oscar’s messages are very mysterious.

See you soon! And I’ll ask Oscar what “32S” means.

Perhaps an exit on 128?

I just looked it up and Oscar is suggesting that we go to the Burlington Mall.

Yes, Oscar is so so present, so so often.

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Deborah is so so talented, she is transforming a small so-so house in nearby Bedford, Massachusetts, into a home that is going to be SO spectacular.

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I find it so amazing that houses can be changed so radically.  That’s because my brain is so adept at imagining change for people, and so bad at visualizing change for inanimate objects. Yesterday, Deborah — who thinks she has a so-so memory — remembered this from so, so long ago:  Soon after we first met, during the 1980’s, Deborah showed me her home and said, “I’m thinking of knocking down this wall.” I was so, so surprised, I said, “You can do that?!?”

Why was this so memorable, for Deborah?  Probably because I’m so different from her, in that way.

So what else do I want to say about “So So,” now?

  • I am so, so happy about somebody I’ve know for so long becoming my co-worker so soon (three weeks from today).
  • I am so familiar with how focus on the future can take me out of being so present in the here and now.
  • I had some dreams last night that were so weird, including one where there were SO many canaries roosting in my home.  I guess if you look at this photo I took so recently, that dream isn’t so surprising:

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Here are two songs I like so so much that I’m hearing  as I write this So So post.

So, my so dear readers, which do you like better? “Moving in Stereo” by the Cars or Miles Davis‘s “So What?” 

Don’t worry about any comment of yours being so-so; I’m so so eager to read what you have to share.

So what’s stopping you?

I am so, so grateful to Deborah,  Cook.,  the cats, the Cars, canaries,  Miles Davis, and so, so many others who help me appreciate every day so so much (which includes you, I so hope you know).

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