Posts Tagged With: Rent

Day 2255: Trust your crazy ideas

Yesterday, I trusted my crazy ideas to

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I will now trust my crazy ideas to share some of those photos at full size:

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If you want to look at other full-sized versions of my photos, trust your crazy ideas and click on the photos, above.

Today, I’m going to trust my crazy ideas and meet the new cardiologist replacing my long-time cardiologist  Dr. Estes, who trusted his crazy ideas to leave Boston and move back to Pennsylvania with his family. If you want to read more about my encounters with Dr. Estes over the years, trust your crazy ideas and visit my previous blog posts here, here, herehere, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.  (I trusted my crazy ideas to find and list about half of my blog posts that featured Dr. Estes.)

Now I’m going to trust my crazy ideas to look for some trust-your-crazy-ideas music and finish this post, so I won’t be late for my first visit with Dr. Munther Homoud, who my primary cardiologist Dr. Deeb Salem trusts and has some crazy ideas about (including “he is the most compassionate doctor I have ever met”).

Here are characters from a production of Rent trusting their crazy ideas to move from NYC to Santa Fe:

If you have any crazy ideas, please trust them and make a comment, below.

Now I’m going to trust my crazy ideas to alway end these blog posts with gratitude.

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Day 1992: Michelle

Yesterday, my good friend Michelle passed away.

Last month, I wrote and shared this limerick with Michelle:

A wonderful person Michelle,

Treats all whom she meets very well.

I’m consistently crying

’cause I know that she’s dying

Though I know she’s not going to Hell.

Michelle smiled and said, “Maybe I am going to Hell.”  I replied, “With everything I know about you and Hell, there’s no way you’re going there.”

I don’t know where Michelle went yesterday but I do know she’s no longer here where I and many others have known and loved her for so long.

Michelle’s husband Joe wrote yesterday about how she had spent her last day on this earth. He told us she heard her favorite Irish blessing.

“May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields and, until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.”

He wrote that she felt held and that she died at home at peace with grace and dignity. He signed his email to us “With profound sadness.”

With profound sadness, here are all the photos captured on my iPhone yesterday.

 

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Many years ago, when I was in the hospital recovering from a heart-related illness, Michelle loaned me her DVD of “Rent.”  Today, I include this song from that musical in honor of her.

Thank you, Michelle, for all the seasons of love.  And thanks to all of you for visiting here, now.

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Day 1895: Forget Regret

Yesterday, in a group therapy session, people talked about regret.  I said, “Regret is really present in this room. Should we invite Regret to sit down?”   People looked a little less regretful when they invited Regret to sit in a corner.  They also asked Regret questions like “Why won’t you go away?”  I answered in the voice of Regret: “I won’t go away because I think I help you. What would you do without me?”  People said that as the session went on, Regret was still there but was getting smaller.

Near the end of the session, I went over to the chair where Regret was sitting, picked it up by the scruff of the neck, opened the door with my other hand, threw Regret into the hallway, and slammed the door.  I asked people how it felt now that Regret was out of the room.  “Wonderful,” was one reply.

Later that day, I went to physical therapy for my torn rotator cuff, and Regret visited me there.  I got so discouraged about my lack of progress that I focused on my regret for slipping and falling on January 31.  Then, I remembered the group, took Regret by the scruff of the neck and threw it out the door.

Here‘s the song I heard yesterday with the lyrics “Forget Regret.”

There’s only us

There’s only this

Forget regret

Or life is yours to miss

No other road

No other way

No day but today.

Kind and wonderful people — like Dr. Maria Gonzalez Del Castillo and Kate at Beacon Hill Dental Associates — help me forget regret.

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Taking photos for this blog helps me forget regret.

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Forget regret but don’t forget to comment!

I never forget to send a big thank-you to everyone who helps me create this daily blog, especially YOU.

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Day 1377: Best Day Ever

Last month, if you had asked me to predict my next best day ever, I never would have predicted I’d be writing a post with this title, today. I mean, really! How could a day in early October be a ….

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…  if I was undergoing  open heart surgery on September 21?

Nevertheless, yesterday, October 7,  WAS one of the best days ever, because:

  1. one of the best college roommates ever, Maria, is staying with me and my best ever boyfriend Michael to give us support as well as rides to medical appointments and grocery stores,
  2. I received  one of the best get-well cards ever from my co-workers at a major Boston teaching hospital,
  3. my blood test showed the best INR level ever of 2.8, indicating I will still be able to eat the best food ever, even though I’m now taking Coumadin/Warfarin,
  4. it was one of the best autumn days ever in Boston,
  5. I was in the least pain ever as I was taking walks alone and with Maria, and
  6. I’m feeling much better than I ever thought possible so soon after my valve replacement surgery.

In other words, a day I had predicted might be one of my worst days ever turned out to be one of my best days ever.  What’s the best lesson we can learn from all this?

Don’t worry about the future, my dear readers.  Why assume that things will turn out badly?  If you’re going to assume, assume the best possible outcome. That way, you’ll still get to the future without the added burdens of fear, worry, and emotional pain.

Is that the best advice ever?

What is the best image ever, among all the other photos I took yesterday?

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What do you think would be the best music ever, to go with this best-day-ever post?

This is one of the best songs ever, from Rent:

Might you now leave the best comment ever?

Finally, to all the best people ever who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being the best readers ever, I hereby express some of the best thanks ever:

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Day 987: Sweet Babies

This is the first photo I took yesterday, on Sunday morning:

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Soon after that, I saw lots of sweet things, some of which I call “Baby.”

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That last sweet picture is of my sweet baby, Aaron, whom I picked up yesterday at his father’s house. Even though Aaron is 17 year old, he sweetly says he doesn’t mind when I sweetly call him “Baby.”

Aaron and I — along with our wonderful and sweet relatives Deborah, Laura, and Victoria — had tickets yesterday to see Anthony Rapp from the sweet musical “Rent” performing “Without You” in Wellesley, a suburb of Boston USA where, I’m sure, there are several sweet babies. Here are some sweet babies I photographed at Deborah’s sweet home in Arlington, Massachusetts, before that sweet performance:

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That sweet cat sculpture was created by Aaron’s father and my ex-husband Leon, before we had our sweet baby. Leon also built this sweet chimney at his current home:

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Some people are sweetly talented.

Before we saw “Without You” at the Babson College Sorenson Theater, Aaron and Deborah munched on these sweet babies:

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Those are pumpkin munchkins, for my sweet readers who are unfamiliar with sweet Dunkin’ Donuts, which has been around in Boston since many of us here have been sweet babies.

Here’s the sweet set of “Without You”:

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As you can see, the musicians backing up Anthony Rapp included a sweet guitarist, bassist, and keyboardist. There was also a sweet drummer and a sweet cello player.

I didn’t take any photos during Anthony Rapp’s amazing and moving  reminiscings about two important deaths — his mother’s and Jonathan Larson’s (the creator of Rent) — as well as his experiences auditioning and performing as a lead in that breakthrough musical.  I could have captured a lot of sweetly authentic and exhilarating moments yesterday, but — from the time I was a sweet baby —  I’ve always been sweetly obedient to instructions like “No photographs during the performance.”  I will sweetly report to you now that Anthony Rapp sang his sweet heart out,  performing songs from Rent as well as wonderful songs he and other sweetly talented people composed for “Without You.” During the performance, a sweet baby in the audience was crying, but somebody sweetly took the baby out of the theater, after Anthony Rapp sweetly and very appropriately requested that.

After the performance, my sweet baby Aaron spotted one of the cast members who had been in the incredibly sweet and excellent performance of Rent we saw last month at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

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Joseph Spinelli sweetly allowed me to take those sweet photos of him. He also expressed sweet interest in my sweet baby Aaron’s stand-up comedy performances. Joseph was with a sweet older woman whom he resembled. I think he might have been her sweet baby, but I wasn’t sweet enough to check that out.

Here’s Anthony Rapp, who sweetly spoke to every person in the audience who stayed after “Without You” to meet him.

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Anthony sweetly told me he remembered talking to me in Edinburgh, when I was crying sweet tears because I was so sweetly moved by the production of Rent we both attended last month. Joseph Spinelli sweetly told us that Anthony Rapp was artistic director of that production, which we didn’t know until yesterday.  All I can say is that Anthony Rapp is sweetly talented in so many ways, and also a very sweet guy.

When my sweet baby Aaron and I got home last night, we saw my sweet boyfriend (whom I also call “Baby,” sweetly enough) for five sweet minutes, before Michael had to leave for five days, to sweetly help out his sweet brother Martin with Martin’s sweet catering business. Boy, am I going to miss that sweet Michael, until he returns on sweet Friday.

Here are my last sweet thoughts for this Sweet Babies post:

Yesterday morning, I thought the sweet song for today would be “Sweet Baby James” by the sweetly singing James Taylor.

I also want to sweetly include “Without You” from Rent, which Anthony Rapp sang so sweetly and powerfully yesterday.

Sweet thanks to all my sweet babies, to Anthony Rapp, to Joseph Spinelli, to James Taylor, to all those who have inspired and helped us live our sweet lives since we were sweet babies, and to you — of course! — for bringing your sweet self here, today.

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Day 912: La Vie Boheme

“La Vie Boheme” is French for  “The Bohemian Life.”

Because I don’t speak French, my  associations with “La Vie Boheme” are “The unconventional, artistic, interesting, non-materialistic, challenging, creative, and probably poverty-stricken way.”

Do you have any associations with that?

“La Vie Boheme” is also a song from the musical Rent, which my son Aaron and I will be seeing at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, in August.

Here’s another association I have with “La Vie Boheme”: When the young  (and somewhat Bohemian) Rent creator Jonathan Larson died right before the debut of Rent (from an undetected cardiac condition), the heart-broken cast went on with  the show, but decided to sit down during  the performance. When they got to “La Vie Boheme,”  they couldn’t help themselves — they got up and danced, danced, danced.

Here’s “La Vie Boheme” (with lyrics but no dancing)  from the movie Rent:

Here’s “La Vie Boheme” from a stage production of Rent, with dancing:

Yesterday, I heard “La Vie Boheme” on my walk to and from work. And here are the photos I snapped throughout the day, with “La Vie Boheme” on my mind:



  
  
  

   


  

   
  
  
  
  
  
  
What do you think is most Bohemian (or unconventional, artistic, interesting, etc.)  about all this?

Bohemian thanks to Jonathan Larson, the Longwood Medical area of Boston, Arlington Massachusetts, ducks, geese,  and every other person, creature, place, or thing  who helped me create this post. Special thanks to you — of course! — for visiting (from Bohemia or wherever) here, today.

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