Last night, when I had completed a very long work day (including facilitating two remote therapy groups where we discussed COVID, family issues, the past, the present, and the future), I tweeted this:
When somebody asked about my answer to that question, this is where I went:
When and where did I capture the other images in today’s blog?
We now know where the Daily Bitch is going, but we don’t know when.
When you looked at those photos, did you notice that Joan is now getting breaks from the cone? When her skin problem is healed, she’ll be where she needs to be to be totally cone-free!
I just took that photo in the room where I’m blogging.
Regarding the when and where of most of today’s photos: Yesterday I went to CVS and Marshall’s where I bought an ace bandage and a baby onesie for Joan. When Joan is without the cone, she prevents her skin from healing by licking where the problem is. When we tried the other solutions , Joan let us know where she is on this issue — she definitely prefers the cone!
This is the song that takes me back to when I was young and where there were transistor radios, a different kind of cone (ice cream), the sun, and the sea.
When and where might you leave a comment?
When you get to the end of my blog posts, that’s where you find my gratitude.
Do you like the element of surprise? Somebody does.
I won’t be surprised if people comment below that they like the element of surprise only in certain circumstances. Personally, I’m still waiting for somebody to throw me a successfully executed surprise party. And it’s probably no surprise if I say I’m hoping for no unpleasant surprises during the upcoming election season in the USA.
Can you find elements of surprise in any of these other recent images?
The last time I did a photo montage like that, I was unpleasantly surprised to see how the different photographic elements showed up on my phone. I …
.. hope that you can easily explore elements of surprise in those smaller photos, but I won’t be surprised if it’s difficult to do so.
That reminds me of the elementally unhelpful “negative cognition” I’m letting go of through EMDR therapy, which is surprisingly effective in healing old traumas:
I can’t trust anybody, including myself.
Did that surprise anybody?
Here’s something that surprised me and my husband Michael yesterday:
I hope this doesn’t sound passive aggressive, but passive aggressive people drive me nuts. If you don’t know what passive aggressive means, why don’t you say so?
of or denoting a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.
Hmmmm. According to that passive aggressive definition, perhaps I am passive aggressive, since I’ve been known to
indirectly resist the demands of others,
avoid direct confrontation (especially with passive aggressive people),
and misplace important materials to the extent that I spend much of time looking for them, while pouting. For example, this weekend I misplaced my laptop, my phone, my water bottle, my pen, my purse, my mug, a mask, and a letter I had resisted mailing for days.
That passive aggressive goodbye cake reminds me that this Friday is my husband Michael’s birthday and I need to find an ice cream cake for him. This is the first time my son Aaron and I will be around to celebrate that with him since every other year we’ve passive aggressively left him to aggressively and passively enjoy the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, which passive aggressively is not taking place this year because of the aggressive coronavirus, which the United States President has been aggressively passive about.
Is it passive aggressive for me to share these photos I took yesterday, especially if I resist telling you to look for passive aggressiveness in them?
Some of those photos were taken at our local CVS pharmacy, which I sometimes passively aggressively call the “Coronavirus Store.” Also, for the first time ever, Harley made the passive or aggressive or passive aggressive move yesterday of quietly infiltrating our late cat Oscar’s territory.
If you don’t notice how much time and effort I am already putting into creating this “Passive Aggressive” post, I just might sulk, but who would care about that?
Here‘s a song about a passive aggressive person, which I heard when I was taking my passive aggressive walk yesterday.
Thank you, dear readers, for all the messages of encouragement you’ve given me for my blog posts, my photos, my original songs, my work, my sense of humor, and my various adventures, through sickness and in health.
If you are struggling during these difficult times of the COVID-19 pandemic, you are not alone.
Yesterday, as humans I love and people I work with were struggling, I captured these images:
When I was struggling to fall asleep last night, I looked at that New Yorker page on my phone.
If I am struggling, music always helps, and I’m struggling to focus on a future when I will be able to see Jacob Collier in concert, rescheduled from next month to some time in the future when we’ll be struggling less with the coronavirus.