Let’s see what’s not dead in my other photos from yesterday:
I mentioned in a recent not dead post that I’ve been playing Peggle on my phone, so that I can remain not dead and self-soothed during anxious times. I’ve been stuck on Level 105 for MANY not dead days. I always die on the second of three very difficult “battles” and have to start over again. Yesterday, while I was Peggling at the mall, I lived through the incredibly difficult Battle 2 of Level 105, much to my amazement. After I paused the game and then wondered if my dying phone had lost my progress, I said to my dear and not dead husband Michael, “If my phone lost this and I have to start this level over again, I’ll kill myself.”
And I stopped and thought, “WHAT did I just say? There’s no way I’d kill myself over Peggle!”
Even better, I realized, there’s no way I’d kill myself over anything.
When we got home, I told Michael I was going to try to complete Level 105 and if I failed and died, “You’ll hear an unearthly moan of pain.” However, when I did die almost immediately in the much easier third battle, I neither moaned nor cared. I was happy to restart Level 105 with a new life.
As I said to Michael, “Now that I know that it’s possible, I’m fine.”
Then Michael and I danced to this not dead song (living here on YouTube):
Edwyn Collins, as of this writing, is not dead, although he is struggling to stay alive, according to the YouTube comments.
Now it’s time for my undying gratitude to all who help me create these not dead posts, including YOU!
Does that mean I care too much? Or have too many cares? I’m not sure, but I do care to tell you that I just woke up from a dream where I said the word “kill” (as in “Did that make you want to kill them?”) which was overheard by somebody I knew, who then dropped to the floor in obvious emotional pain and crawled laboriously away (like a snake) down a hallway, as her husband told me not to care about her reaction. He said, “This happens and she’s just going somewhere to pull herself together.”
Yesterday, as I was on my way to pick up my new and more awesome laptop, I saw this:
How can we be more awesome, besides by buying new things? There are two sides to my awesome suggestion:
Realize you are awesome to begin with.
Treat everyone you meet as if they were awesome too.
There are probably more ways to be more awesome, but I need to share my latest awesome photos so I can get to my awesome job in awesome time.
Those awesome people are Mark (the genius at the Apple Store who made my new laptop be more awesome with a total data transfer two days ahead of schedule), Megan, Corinne, and our late friend Michelle — whose awesome birthday is today and who helped everybody she met be more awesome. At the awesome memorial/celebration party for Michelle yesterday, we heard the song she thought was more awesome than any other song:
Being alive is more awesome with all the awesome people in the world.
More awesome thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to awesome YOU.
Yesterday, when I was having adventures, I saw this:
Last night, there were two sides to my adventures with my non-responsive laptop at the Apple Store. On one side of the store, we met the multi-sided Apple Genius Niko (who writes children’s adventure books on the side).
Niko is showing us his smiling side there. When he looked at my well-worn laptop (which has been by my side for years of blogging adventures), he showed his concerned and worried side. When I told him that my son and I had likely accidentally switched our look-alike chargers, he said the higher wattage of my son’s charger might have been too adventurous and powerful for the charging side of my little laptop.
Here’s the side of my son’s charger:
Here’s the side of my laptop’s charger:
Watt a difference 15 watts can make. The adventures of my little laptop are over. On the one side, I’m going to miss that little adventurous laptop. On the other side, I’m getting a new, faster blogging machine on the other side of two days.
When I was having adventures on two sides of Boston’s Downtown Crossing yesterday, I recorded two musical performances with my adventurous iPhone:
There are at least two sides to every photo I share here:
I’m always having a nice day when I can express thanks to all who help me create this blog and — of course! — to YOU.
How would you complete today’s blog title? Charlotte Beers — “one of the few females to run a major ad agency’ — has completed that sentence like so:
As one of the females to run a minor ad agency, I like to complete that sentence with whatever I am doing, in the moment. Therefore, right now, I’d rather be blogging. When I am facilitating groups, I sometimes tell the group members “There is nothing I’d rather be doing than this.”
Right now, I’d rather be sharing all these photos I took yesterday:
Now I’d rather be introducing you to Ray Blair …
… who was selling Yamaha pianos at a South Shore mall yesterday. Ray used to be the Dean of a local college; now he’d rather be sharing his passion for music. Yesterday we both shared our original music with each other.
How do you make others feel? How do others make you feel?
How does this sign make you feel?
Actually, I feel like we (humans and, perhaps, pizzas) are all responsible for our own feelings. In other words, nobody can really “make” someone else feel anything. (Although we can make pizza.) Our feelings are our own — we can’t blame others for how we feel. However, people affect each other’s feelings, in many ways.
So, if you feel
threatened or any other feeling, ask yourself some questions.
Who might be affecting me? What am I feeling? Why? Do I wear those feelings well or are those feelings wearing me out? What can I do about this?
at the Apple Genius Bar
affected my feelings and my son’s feelings very positively. While Tim didn’t make me feel like a genius, he was a genius at his job. Naturally, I made my positive feelings known to Tim and to Tim’s manager.