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Day 972: Intentionally Different

Yesterday, right before I intentionally met my friend Barbara in downtown Boston for an intentionally different brunch and the intentionally different  musical Kinky Boots, I saw these two signs outside an intentionally different theater:

In this intentionally different post, I shall show you MANY intentionally different things I encountered during an intentionally full Saturday — which included intentionally different types of transportation and an intentionally different trip with my boyfriend Michael to Nantasket Beach in Hull, which is intentionally different now than it was when we both visited the long-gone amusement park that was there when we were both kids.

Before I intentionally proceed with this intentionally different post, I intentionally will share this with my different readers:   my being intentionally different is often  linked to how I was unintentionally different from birth (because of an unintentionally different heart).

And because I believe we are all intentionally and unintentionally different AND the same, I will intentionally ask you these intentionally different questions: Are you ever intentionally different? What are your intentions in doing so?

Okay! Here are lots of intentionally different photos from yesterday, intentionally presented (1) in intentionally chronological order and (2)  with no explanation (which is no different from several of my close-to-1000 previous,  intentionally different daily posts). If any of the photos seem intentionally different enough to you, I intentionally (and not so differently) would like to know about it.

Also, I intentionally included more photos than in any of my other intentionally or unintentionally different blog posts, so you might want to do something intentionally different while this intentionally different post is loading.





I am now going to intentionally repeat one of my intentionally different photos from above:

… because Lola is one of the main characters in Kinky Boots. 

Here are the same two amazing performers  Barbara and I saw yesterday in Kinky Boots, singing about intentional and unintentional differences:

And here‘s intentional footage from the first intentionally different rehearsal of the intentionally different and fabulous musical Kinky Boots:

Intentionally different and not-so-different thanks to Kinky Boots, Barbara, Michael, Boston, Nantasket Beach, Paragon Park, and every other intentionally different and similar person, place, and thing I intentionally noticed yesterday. Intentionally special thanks to you — of course! — for intentionally visiting here, today.

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Day 927: Greens

What are your associations with the color green?

Mine include:

  • Plants and trees
  • Healthy food
  • Lack of experience
  • New growth
  • Envy
  • Feeling sick
  • A color I miss during the winters in Boston
  • A color I don’t usually wear
  • The trim color for the outside of my current home
  • Money

Yesterday was the day of my first appointment with my very experienced and non-green chief cardiologist — Dr. Deeb Salem — since getting my new cardiac device in the green month of May. My doctors and I have been hoping that my greenly new pacemaker/defibrillator might provide new and healing therapy for my 62-year-old — and extremely unusual — red, blue and not-green  heart. While you might be green with envy about my having such a special heart, there have been many times in my life when I’ve been greenly sick, dealing with my heart condition since the green days of my birth.

When I woke up yesterday,  I was feeling a little green around the gills with nervousness, because I have continued to feel greenly depleted whenever I climb stairs.  My green fear was that might be a bad sign, especially since one of the green doctors I consulted with — during the non-green months of November 2014 through April 2015 — had said to me:

“Ann, the only important sign of whether you’re going into heart failure is how you feel when you’re climbing stairs.”

To distract my green thoughts until my appointment with Dr. Salem yesterday, I made the green decision to notice the color green, all around me:


That’s Nancy, who used to be the harpist playing soothing music for the big green Boston hospital where I work. I haven’t seen Nancy since soon after I sang a song about a green jungle with the greenly new harpist, Allie, at a work party held during the non-green winter months.  Nancy, who was wearing such a lovely color green yesterday, told me she is half green, with her Irish-Jewish roots. She also said she listened to Allie and my performance of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” on YouTube and found it greenly new and delightful, which made me go pink with pleasure and pride.

That’s the hallway of Tufts Medical Center, where I’m on my way to see Dr. Salem. To the left of that red exit sign is the Mother/Infant Unit,  where I greenly gave birth and new life to my only child, Aaron,  seventeen years ago.

That’s another green painting, close to that same spot. Every time I notice it I wonder, greenly, who chose it for that corridor wall and why.

There’s the portion of the check-in station in Cardiology where people stamp their tickets for the validated and reduced rate, so they don’t have to pay as much green in the hospital parking lot.  At that point, I was  just a few green minutes away from seeing Dr. Salem.

It’s Dr. Salem! Dr. Salem, who was wearing no green at all yesterday, told me that how I feel on stairs is NOT the only measurement of how I’m doing.  He also used his non-green experience to state that even if I don’t feel better,  as long as my heart doesn’t  get greenly worse, I should stay around through many more green months and years. He also told me some stories about when he was a green medical student fresh out of only two years of undergraduate college, but he made me promise not to tell any of those tales  in today’s green blog post.

Any green questions or comments from my readers around that great, big, beautiful green-and-blue globe we all inhabit?

Here’s my pick for some green music, today:

You can find many performances of “Greensleeves” on YouTube, including that one.

Many fresh thanks to Dr. Salem, to Nancy (and other harpists who soothe our green souls), to my son Aaron, to our newer cat Harley (who sometimes looks to me like he’s turning anxiously green under his fur), to my downstairs neighbor Karen and her dog Faxy, to the green monster at Fenway Park, to all the other greens I saw yesterday, and — of course! — to you, for reading this green post, here and now.

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Day 926: My Friends

My friends!

Yesterday morning I heard my son’s favorite  song from Stephen Sondheim‘s Sweeney Todd — My Friends.”

My friends, a month from now I’ll be seeing Sweeney Todd at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe with my son and my ex-sister-in-law (who’s been my friend since the early 80s). I’ve seen Sweeney Todd so many times (I appeared in a local production of it, too),  that musical is like an old friend.

My office whiteboard  — which I use in my work as a psychotherapist — also seems like an old friend to me (and I hope it seems that way to others).

Yesterday, after I decided on today’s title, I  asked who would like to be included in today’s post.

Here are those who said “yes” to being my friends.



My friends! Because the friends in “My Friends” are the razors of a Victorian barber, I think the following song might be more fitting for my friends in this post:

My friend Bette Midler knows that we’ve got to have friends, and so do I.

Today I get to see several of those friends pictured above, plus my friendly cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem.

What do my friends at WordPress think about all this?

My friends,  it’s time I thank all my friends, including you!

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