Two notable and different sports events happened yesterday in Boston: (1) The Boston Marathon (usually held in April) and (2) the Red Sox, against all odds, defeating the Tampa Bay Rays to advance in the American baseball playoffs. Here’s some reporting from ESPN about the unlikely Red Sox win:
I never played sports because of my heart condition, but as somebody once said, “If you can’t play a sport, be a sport.” Can you see sports in my images for today, many of which I took while going for a three-hour walk yesterday?
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “sports”:
Be a sport and leave a comment, okay?
If gathering and expressing gratitude were a sport, I’d be an elite athlete!
I have many happy returns to share in today’s post, including the return of my son Aaron from Scotland to Boston.
I was happy to return yesterday to my home work desk, Twitter, Wollaston Beach, the Kindness Rocks Project, Logan Airport, and Facebook; Aaron was happy to return to our home; and Harley was happy to return to our couches (if not happy about Aaron’s return).
I’m happy you’ve returned here today to share in our happiness.
The Daily Bitch is happy to return on this many happy returns day.
Apparently, my iPhone calendar makes suggested locations for events. Let’s see if I can locate any proof of that kind of suggested location.
I did spend my vacation day yesterday in the suggested location and in other locations very close to the suggested location.
I made sure to be in locations last night to see the full Corn Moon. My first photo, located above, suggests that I was thinking about the Corn Moon all day.
Before I took the last photo located above, I passed by some young neighbors I hadn’t met before, located outside their home. Here’s what transpired at that location, as I walked by with a mask located on my face.
Me: Have you seen the moon?
(pause) (during which some thoughts like “how weird am I?” located themselves in my head)
Because of the kind of character I am, I’m going to start this blog post with a definition of “character.”
char·ac·ter | \ ˈker-ik-tər , ˈka-rik- \
1a: one of the attributes or features that make up and distinguish an individual.
“This is a side of her character that few people have seen.”
b(1): a feature used to separate distinguishable things into categories.
advertising of a very primitive character
(2): the aggregate of distinctive qualities characteristic of a breed, strain, or type.
a wine of great character
(3): the detectable expression of the action of a gene or group of genes.
c: the complex of mental and ethical traits marking and often individualizing a person, group, or nation.
the character of the American people
d: main or essential nature especially as strongly marked and serving to distinguish.
excess sewage gradually changed the character of the lake
2a: one of the persons of a drama or novel.
b: the personality or part which an actor recreates.
an actress who can create a character convincingly
c: characterization especially in drama or fiction.
a novelist good in both character and setting.
d: PERSON, INDIVIDUAL
a suspicious character
e: a person marked by notable or conspicuous traits.
quite a character
3: moral excellence and firmness.
a man of sound character
4a: a graphic symbol (such as a hieroglyph or alphabet letter) used in writing or printing.
b: a symbol (such as a letter or number) that represents information.
also : a representation of such a symbol that may be accepted by a computer.
c: a magical or astrological emblem.
e(1): WRITING, PRINTING
(2): style of writing or printing.
You know the character to be your brother’s?
f: a conventionalized graphic device placed on an object as an indication of ownership, origin, or relationship.
the scandal has damaged his character and image
6: POSITION, CAPACITY
his character as a town official
7: REFERENCE sense 4b
8: a short literary sketch of the qualities of a social type
: in accord with a person’s usual qualities or traits
behaving in character
out of character
: not in accord with a person’s usual qualities or traits
his rudeness was completely out of character
I tried to add and remove some characters to that long definition to make it clearer but, because I’m an impatient character, I gave up before the ending.
People we know of excellent character have sent us sweet condolence cards characterizing our late kitty Oscar as a character.
I so appreciate the loving character of Janet, Ray, Lydia, and Bob.
Harley, who has a more nervous character than Oscar did, is sitting next to me on the sofa as I’m typing the characters in this post.
What character(s) do you notice in my other photos, which I will characterize as “recent”?
Here‘s “The Top 10 Movie Character Musical Themes.”
Here‘s somebody with character playing “The Imperial March” (#3 in the Top 10 Movie Character Musical Themes) during day 55 of the Black Lives Matter protests in Portland:
I look forward to all the characters left by various characters in the comments section, below.
Many thanks to all the characters who help me create this daily blog, including YOU!
As I said in my temporary speech at my college reunion, “Life is too precious to spend on things I don’t love.” I’m glad that when I heard that Tony had the same cancer that killed Senator John McCain and my friend Michelle last year, I bought one of his books and sent him a card telling him I was reading it and how much I loved him.
Last night, when Michael and I were doing our temporary Sunday shopping routine at our local supermarket, I deliberately took photos of sympathy cards to comfort myself.
I now get comfort from sharing all these contemporary photos with you:
Even though life on this earth is temporary, certain things linger, like the distinct laughs of my late friends Hillel and Tony, who both passed away this September. I can easily imagine both of their wonderful laughs, here and now.
In honor of Tony, who played guitar and loved music, I’m posting a tune I associate with him, at the end of this post.
I’m hoping I can get temporary coverage today at work so I can attend one of the memorial events for my late, great friend Tony today.
Thanks to all those who helped me temporarily forget my grief by creating this post and — of course! — thanks to you.
Yesterday, when I was catching a glance of millions of things, I noticed this sign:
It was not a summer’s day, but I’m always looking to catch a glance of snowy egrets, as you shall see at a glance.
I also caught a glance of this t-shirt but not the glance of the owner.
That t-shirt says “Lonely Forever Club,” which caused me to catch a glance of other people on their own, at least for the moment.
While I was taking those photos alone, I caught a glance of an inadvertent change of filter, which I changed back.
Sometimes I feel like a visitor and sometimes I feel like I belong. The difference often depends on how I’m filtering what I’m glancing.
Visitors may catch a glance of ellipses, memorials, flowering trees, numbers, waves, stones, pets, weirdness, whimsey, money, health, kindness, a kite, a robot, resting places, the past, sweets, gardens, groups, a pug imitating Napoleon, connections, and different perspectives.
Did you catch that glance of Oscar almost making a break for it, last night? Here’s another glance of that.
I’m curious what my visitors are catching a glance of, here and now.
Today I’m going to catch a glance of a fund-raiser for group psychotherapy, spanakopita (which Michael is making for the fund-raiser), and the ending of Game of Thrones (even though I’ve just recently started catching glances of that series).
Here‘s what comes up on YouTube for “Game of Thrones at a glance.”