Day 2498: Small talk

 

Yesterday’s blog post, amidst various types of talk, included this:

While I wouldn’t go so far as to fake my own death, I definitely avoid small talk whenever I can. Personally, I prefer talk about medium and big topics.

Today, I don’t have time for too much talk of any size on this blog, because I need to rush off to the second of two retreats this weekend where I get to talk with and about other group therapists, who loom very big in my mind.

Also, I have big feelings about even small time changes, so I’m doing my best to adjust to gaining an hour while also losing Daylight Savings Time.  No matter how much I talk about this, these time changes don’t seem to change. (Although I believe that U.S. Presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg has talked about getting rid of these disruptive time changes.)

Here‘s a “Small Talk” song from YouTube:

 

I look forward to small, medium, or big comments about this post.

Big thanks to all who helped me create today’s small post, including YOU!

 

 

Day 1939: First AND last

The first thing I want to do in this post is let you know that my walking team at work is in first place  at this point in the six-week competition.  The six people on my team have walked more steps than any other team at the hospital where we all work: 1,162,290 combined steps in two weeks.

However, with 163,275 steps, I’m in last place on my team.

Despite being first AND last, I’m meeting the competition goal of 10,000 steps per day. The last thing I just saw on the challenge website was this:

Congratulations! You’re right on track!

So how do I feel about being first AND last?

Well,  I know I’ve been doing my best.  That’s paramount. And the team leader, Barbara, just messaged me

We are all part of the team….Go Ann!!!

Barbara makes you feel like you’re first, no matter where you are.  That — and the exercise benefits of walking in this competition — are going to last, for me.

Yesterday, I facilitated a retreat for group therapists — neither my first such retreat nor  my last.  It was the first warm and sunny day of Spring around here but (I hope) not the last. Even though I had to spend most of  that beautiful Sunday inside, my good feelings about the day are going to last.

I shall now share  my photos from yesterday’s retreat, from first to last.

 

 

What’s the first and last thing you notice in those photos?

The first thing I have to do today is get to work on time, so I’ll quickly go to the last blogging business of the day.  I hope that you

… and — last but not least — thanks to all who helped me create today’s first-AND-last post and  (of course!)  YOU.

 

Day 1938: Paramount

Yesterday, I was near the Paramount Theater in downtown Boston.

Today, it is paramount that I facilitate an all-day retreat for group therapists, where we’ll be talking about paramount issues.

Therefore, I am going to post all my photos of the Paramount  and let you decide which of the photos is paramount for you.

But first, an accurate definition of “paramount” might be paramount at this point.

par·a·mount
ˈperəˌmount
adjective
more important than anything else; supreme.
“the interests of the child are of paramount importance”
synonyms: most important, of greatest/prime importance

Finding one’s purpose is often paramount, no matter how difficult or funny it is.

Because some people think it’s paramount for me to include a video in these blog posts, here’s the result of my search on YouTube for “paramount song”:

It’s not paramount that you leave a comment, but it is paramount for me to thank Boston’s Paramount Theater, the Paramount School of Excellence, and — of course! — YOU.

Day 803: Points

There are several points I’d like to make in today’s post. This point is as good as any other point to start making these points:

• This point in time is a one-point-in-a-century Pi Day in the USA, because if you remove the slashes in today’s date — 3/14/15 — and replace the first one with a decimal point, you get the first five numbers of Pi: 3.1415.
• At points during this morning, my son Aaron (who turned 17 at the precise point of 2/23 last month) will be taking his SATs (which stood for Scholastic Aptitude Tests, at some point).
• Aaron’s  pointed answers to those pointed test questions might  point him towards  some pointy-headed colleges, and he needs two pointy #2 pencils to take the test.
• At 10 o’clock this morning, I will be seeing the musical “Hairspray” during which I’ll probably point at the stage at some point and  whisper to my ex-sister-in-law, Deborah: “Look! It’s my great niece and your granddaughter, Victoria!”
• 10 AM in the morning is a surprisingly early point to see a live musical, if you get my point.
• At all the other performances of “Hairspray” this weekend, my son Aaron is responsible for pointing the lights at the actors.
• Tomorrow, Sunday — a point in my  week when I’m usually relaxing — I will be spending point-in-time  9 AM to point-in-time 4 PM at a retreat where 20+ people will be making points about a subject they feel pointedly passionate about: group therapy.

It is now that point in my posts where I show you what I’ve pointed my iPhone camera at, recently:

I’d like to point out — in that last photo — that there are no points on those two #2 pencils my son is holding. Aaron made the point he’ll give those two pencils some pointy points with a pencil sharpener at the testing center.

Soon after I pointed my camera at Aaron this morning,  I remembered the point that it’s bad luck to wish somebody luck at any point before a performance, so instead of saying “Good Luck” or “Break a leg!” to him, I said, “Break a pencil!”

Here’s a song I’ll be hearing and seeing at one point and Aaron wil be seeing and hearing at four points this weekend:

If you can’t start the beat of “You Can’t Stop the Beat” from Hairspray, you can find it on YouTube, at any point.

Have you ever heard it’s impolite to point? Feel free to get points with me by making points about that or about any other points or photos  in this post, in a pointed comment.

Pointed thanks to Aaron, Deborah, and Victoria; to people who do healing work in groups; to Pi; to pencils with points; to Hairspray (which I typed differently at various points); to all who helped me make the points in this post; to semi-colons (which are just commas with points over them); and — even more pointedly — to my readers, who are more than a thousand points of light in my life, at this point.