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Day 2908: Winter is coming

Winter is coming and there are many cold days ahead.

Can you tell that winter is coming from these images, captured after I was sleepless near Boston?

Winter is coming, so it might be time to stock up on lox, locks, and luck.

Here‘s a “”Winter is Coming” compilation from Game of Thrones:

Here‘s “Winter is Coming” music from Game of Thrones, composed by Ramin Djawadi:

Here’s a comment posted on YouTube about that music, from three weeks ago:


Straywolf – 77 Elections are coming…then its consequences…then winter. As Ned Stark said, “Brace yourselves…”

Winter is coming and so are some comments, below.

Now gratitude is coming for all who help me blog daily through winter, spring, summer, and fall, including YOU!

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 25 Comments

Day 2891: Red

Yesterday, I wrote about the color blue. My true-blue reader, Maureen, wrote this in a response:

I’m intrigued by how strongly the political parties in the United States are associated with the colors red and blue. Do you think that avid Republicans could ever feel that blue is their favorite color? or do people’s political associations affect their color preferences?

I am an avid Democrat and my favorite color is red, as you can see from the photos I’m sharing today.

If my country doesn’t turn blue this year, I’ll be thinking thoughts like today’s Daily Bitch, turning red in anger and embarrassment.

While I am waiting for the election results, I shall listen to favorite music, including The Red One, featuring some red-hot guitar playing by Pat Metheny and John Scofield.

What are your thoughts and feelings about this red post?

Red thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, read by many, including YOU!

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, 2020 U.S. Presidential election, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 24 Comments

Day 2888: Modern

Here‘s a definition of “modern” from the modern Merriam-Webster website:


1 a : of, relating to, or characteristic of the present or the immediate past : CONTEMPORARY
the modern American family
b : of, relating to, or characteristic of a period extending from a relevant remote past to the present time
modern history
2 : involving recent techniques, methods, or ideas : UP-TO-DATE
modern methods of communication
3 capitalized : of, relating to, or having the characteristics of the present or most recent period of development of a language
Modern English
4 : of or relating to modernism : MODERNIST
Modern art has abandoned the representation of recognizable objects.

Speaking of recognizable objects, do you see anything that represents “modern” in these modern images, as I try to stay sane during these modern times?

Because I am the model of a very modern group therapist, I used that magic wand in my Coping and Healing group yesterday, so we could make modern wishes for our modern times.

This Randy Rainbow song parody was modern in 2018 and is still relevant today:

I look forward to your modern comments, below.

Modern gratitude in this thoroughly modern blog looks like this:

Categories: 2020 U.S. Presidential election, definition, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Day 2874: Stranger Danger

Have you ever experienced a stranger time with so much danger? Above all, there is danger because of the stranger in the White House.

Do you see stranger danger in today’s images?

I am having an echocardiogram today at 3 to discover whether COVID-19 has damaged my heart, which is stranger than yours. Everyone will be wearing masks during this procedure, so that strangers won’t cause danger to each other. Even though masks might make us look and feel stranger, it’s the strangest behavior in the world not to wear one to reduce danger to oneself and others.

The stranger in the White House is endangering countless lives of strangers with his stranger and stranger behavior. If you are voting for him, nothing is stranger to me.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and “Stranger in Town” from Pat Metheny’s Orchestrion showed up in my headphones yesterday when I was taking my “Stranger Danger” photos.

What are your thoughts and feelings about this Stranger Danger post?

Thanks to all the friends and strangers who help me create this daily blog, which reduces my danger during these stranger and stranger times.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Presidential election, heart condition, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Day 2867: Debatable

It’s debatable whether you can debate someone who

  • doesn’t follow previously agreed upon rules,
  • interrupts incessantly,
  • has no scruples,
  • lies constantly,
  • attacks,
  • is a malignant narcissist,
  • enjoys hurting people, and
  • will do anything to win.

It’s debatable whether I and the USA could possible survive another four years of the guy who “debated” Joe Biden last night.

It’s debatable whether there’s anything debatable about the images I captured yesterday.

Michael’s meals are never debatable.

It’s debatable

  • how many animals are in those photos and
  • whether anybody will find the octopus.

If you vote for the person who debated Joe Biden last night, it’s debatable whether you’ve been paying attention to what he’s actually been saying and doing to this country.

It’s debatable how you might fill in the blank:

Jill or the beanstalk?

It’s debatable whether it’s a smooth segue from that to Jack from Sondheim’s Into the Woods singing this

… to Sondheim’s There Won’t Be Trumpets:

In case those lyrics are debatable, here they are:

Those smug little men with their smug little schemes
They forgot one thing:
The play isn’t over by a long shot yet!
There are heroes in the world,
Princes and heroes in the world,
And one of them will save us.
Wait and see!
Wait and see!

There won’t be trumpets or bolts of fire
To say he’s coming.
No Roman candles, no angels’ choir,
No sound of distant drumming.
He may not be the cavalier,
Tall and graceful, fair and strong.
Doesn’t matter, just as long as he comes along!

But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor.
He may be daring, he may be dashing,
Or maybe he’s a farmer.
We can wait, what’s another day?
He has lots of hills to climb.
And a hero
Doesn’t come till the nick of time!

Don’t look for trumpets or whistles tooting
To guarantee him!
There won’t be trumpets, but sure as shooting
You’ll know him when you see him!
Don’t know when, don’t know where,
And I can’t even say that I care!
All I know is, the minute you turn
And he’s suddenly there,
There won’t be trumpets!
There are no trumpets!
Who needs trumpets?

It’s debatable whether I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep until enough of those smug little men with their smug little schemes are defeated. There won’t be trumpets but there’ll be celebrating in many houses, including this one, when that finally happens.

If you want to debate anything in this debatable post, please leave a comment below.

My gratitude is not debatable, so thanks to everyone, including YOU.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Day 2849: For Life

Just like today’s Daily Bitch …

… I’m a cat lady for life.

I’m also the mother of Aaron and the ex-wife/friend of Leon for life.

I am a member of my high school class for life and I’m looking forward to tonight’s Zoom reunion. I’m also a show-off for life, so I’ll be singing my original song “We Grew Up in the Sixties and We’re in Our Sixties Now.”

Other things I am for life:

  • The wife of Michael.
  • A lover of the sea.
  • An explorer.
  • A survivor.
  • Somebody who believes in the healing power of groups.
  • A picture taker.

I’m a fan of Michael’s cooking for life and that’s vegetarian meatloaf!

I’m also a musical comedy geek for life, so this song is now running through my head:

I’m also an optimist for life, so I’m hoping people will be dancing together in the streets again, some day.

Finally, I am grateful for life and for all of you!

Categories: life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 28 Comments

Day 2835: Heads

Yesterday, my beloved long-time friend Barbara headed over to our place for our first in-person meeting since the pandemic.  After she parked her car and saw me waiting for her outside, the realities of the coronavirus momentarily went right out of her head and she instinctively hugged me — I turned my head away during the hug. Then,  we headed out for a walk and a delicious lunch outside, wearing masks on our heads.

Our conversational topics were headed up by:

  • the current head of the United States,
  • systemic racism,
  • other things that are worrying our heads (like voting and bureaucracies),
  • photography, and
  • how Barbara helps her partner, Jim,  get his  head out of the sand and how Jim helps Barbara get out of her head.

I have it in my head, here and now, that there will be many heads in my recently captured images.

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I usually have it in my head that the Daily Bitch calendar will somehow relate to my daily blog post and sure enough, the name of this adorable neighborhood dog with the amazing head …

… is Donut.

 Here‘s a favorite song fromTalking Heads:

In my head, it DOES feel like life during wartime.

If you have thoughts in your head about this “Heads” post, feel free to express them in a comment, below.

Gratitude is always in my head, so thanks to all who help me create this blog, including YOU!

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Day 2826: Blind spots

A Merriam-Webster definition of “blind spot” would hit the spot:

BLIND SPOT
1a: the small circular area at the back of the retina where the optic nerve enters the eyeball and which is devoid of rods and cones and is not sensitive to light
— called also optic disk

— see EYE ILLUSTRATION
b: a portion of a field that cannot be seen or inspected with available equipment

2: an area in which one fails to exercise judgment or discrimination

Examples of blind spot in a Sentence
When driving on the highway, you need to make sure no one is in your blind spot before changing lanes.
She has a blind spot concerning her son’s behavior.

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Do you see any blind spots in that definition or in my images from yesterday?
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Have you noticed that millions of people in the United States have  huge blind spots?

Sometimes I wonder if the format for these blog posts creates blind spots and whether people miss some of the words I put in spots. I try to keep wonder from turning into worry, because worry creates blind spots for me.

Let’s see if there are any blind spots on YouTube.

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Blind spots don’t get in the way of my finding gratitude, wherever I look.

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Day 2734: What’s eating you?

One thousand, six hundred and forty days ago (I‘M counting, okay?), I created the post Day 1094: What are you eating/What’s eating you.

Is it eating you that

  • I like to start posts by referring to my previous posts?
  • Your weight has changed during the pandemic because of what you’re eating?
  • People aren’t wearing masks?
  • Bicyclists behind you are still yelling “BEHIND YOU!” even though that might spread the coronavirus?
  • The wrong people are constantly apologizing?
  • There is such disparity in who is suffering more from the pandemic?
  • It’s difficult to know who to believe these days?
  • There’s so much uncertainty about the future?
  • Pets have such short life spans?
  • People don’t seem to know what a span of six feet is?
  • So many people support corrupt and incompetent leaders?
  • So many familiar things are disappearing?
  • The good is often hidden from view?
  • I take and share so many photos?

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Here‘s “What’s Eating You?” from the BBC production of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:

What’s eating you? Please share in a comment, below.

Whatever’s eating me, a little gratitude helps me face the day ahead.

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Day 2709: Messages of Encouragement

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.

The messages of encouragement people left about yesterday’s post, featuring my t-shirt and song “Left the House Before I Felt Ready” were incredibly profound. I am now thinking about ways I might market my t-shirt and song, encouraging people to share those messages and also support a worthy charity.

My long-time and encouraging reader Maureen (a/k/a Sitting on my own Sofa) left this message about my “I Left the House Before I Felt Ready” song …

I think that you also stayed at home before you felt ready. 😊

… which encouraged me to write this additional verse:

I stayed at home before I felt ready.

The virus has made us all scared and unsteady.

I caught it in March and then flattened the curve

Even though isolating gets on my last nerve.

To protect other people and save my own heart

Staying home before ready was just doing my part.

I encourage you to listen to “I Left the House Before I Felt Ready,” imagining those new messages at the end:

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I am now encouraged to start writing songs again, ignoring and otherwise overcoming any messages of discouragement from myself or others.

Do you see any messages of encouragement in the images I captured yesterday?

 

If you want to see the messages in any of those smaller pictures, I encourage you to click on them to expand.

Messages of encouragement and gratitude to YOU, here and now.

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