What do you see in that photo of last night’s dinner? What you DON’T see are the little pin-bones Michael could not remove from the sablefish before cooking it.
After the Democrat debate last night — which included a lot of words, presidential candidates, and interruptions — I’m wondering what words stand out for you?
What words stand out for you in my photos from yesterday?
My son’s friend Leo (who wrote some stand-out words in this blog post) thinks I’ll stand out if my Fringe poster includes words about my credentials. I’m still not sure whether I’ll include those words.
When I search YouTube for “What words stand out for you?” this comes up first …
There’s been a lot of desperation around here lately. Are you noticing desperation where you are?
Here’s one source of my desperation: I’m wondering if I control the universe with my anxiety. When I am anxious about something (like planning a dinner in Los Angeles, for example), things seem to go wrong.
I also have desperation about my inability to write something on this blog without using the word “thing.”
Michael has been experiencing desperation about charging his laptop — for days, he has had to anchor the charging cord in intricate ways to get any charge.
Yesterday, a replacement charging cord came in the mail and Michael said, “I’m going to keep that as an art installation called “Desperation.'”
Do you see desperation in my other photos from yesterday?
If you want to make a peep about desperation or anything else, please comment below.
Also, Dr. Matthew Salzler at Tufts Medical Center dispersed any desperation I might have about my healing rotator cuff, a year after my falling and tearing it.
Here’s a comment from somebody who might have had some desperation looking for my son’s video until finally finding it:
Deku Tree
8 months ago
I finally found you this is a weird story so sit tight
I was in a music class in elementary school and the teacher there wanted our next song we sang to be Louie Louie he then told us a story about how the song had weird misheard lyrics and showed the class this very video to show us what the misheard lyrics were and I finally found it when I was watching a video on YouTube for weird misheard lyrics throughout history and my mind thought about this video and I thought “I know the in’s and out’s of YouTube now I’ll try to find it.” and I did yes! It wasn’t even that hard to find I was just lazy back when I was a kid and didn’t look very hard now I have liked the video from my memory’s finally.
No desperation at the end of this blog post, just gratitude for all who helped me create it and — of course! — YOU.
During this time of the year, there are flesh and bones everywhere, but many more bones than usual:
Here’s something I feel in my flesh and bones, on this October day: I miss my only child, Aaron, who is away at college in Edinburgh, Scotland. Three of those photos of bones, above, reminded me of this fuzzy, flesh-and-bones Halloween photo of long ago:
In my flesh and bones, I also miss my late mother (on the right).
What are you feeling in your flesh and bones, today?
As I continue to recover from open heart surgery, the bones in my rib cage feel like a too-large bird cage, especially when I’m trying to sleep. However, this flesh-and-bone blogger is SO grateful her bones and flesh are healing, every day.
Since my trusty and strong leg bones took me many other places besides Hillcrest Road in Belmont, Massachusetts, yesterday, I took several other flesh-and-bones photos besides the boney ones, above. I’d say it’s time to flesh out this post with those:
Which of those photos do you prefer, in your bones?
In my bones, I know that this is the video — created by my son Aaron more than seven Halloweens ago — that I want to share with my flesh-and-bones readers, today:
Flesh-and-bones thanks to my son Aaron, to everyone else who helped me create today’s post, and to you — of course! — for visiting, here and now.
Today is my only child’s birthday. My son is 16 years old. Happy birthday, Aaron!
Last year on this date, the post title was “Day 54: My son’s birthday” and — leaping old lizards! — I sure don’t want to use the same title twice. 1
I chose “LOL,” because my son:
makes me Laugh Out Loud,
helps me Learn Outstanding Lessons, and
is a Love Of my Life.
And while my son expresses annoyance about:
abbreviations like LOL,
non-precise language,
how often I tell him I love him, and
my use of “dear reader,” capitalized acronyms, and some of my other blogging conventions …
I often observe Looks of Love, on his Laconic, Old-Soul, Luminous face.
Ooops! I better stop before I embarrass him (on the off-chance he reads this post). Although it’s probably too late for that.
Lord, Oh Lord, it can be difficult for a mother NOT to embarrass her 16-year-old son.2 For example, mothers often share things their kids did when they were much younger. Geesh, that IS embarrassing, isn’t it?
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 