What is the best gift ever?
Is it
Is the best gift being happy together?
For me, the best gift, here and now, would be a comment from you.
Finally, I hope you accept my gift of gratitude.
To help with my personal evolving, I’ve been reading articles like How to Stop Feeling Overly Responsible, How to Stop Being Petty: 7 Sure Fire Tips to Calm Your Inner Rage, and Change your relationship with food — and stop eating your feelings, and also reading books like My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies and Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom.
Yesterday, I saw this at the home of my evolving friend Jenn, her evolving husband Joe, and their three evolving pugs:
As usual, this post is evolving into a place to share all my photos from yesterday.
Here’s the result of a search for “Evolving” on YouTube:
And here’s a comment from an evolving YouTube visitor:
Kameron Kargel
3 years ago
That moment you realize that it says envolving and not evolving
Evolving thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
I act, every day, to
And yet, this is my first blog post with the word “act” in the title. Time to act!
What does “act” mean to you? To Merriam-Webster, it means:
act noun
\ ˈakt \
Definition of act
1a : the doing of a thing : DEED
an act of courage
b law : something done voluntarily
2 : the process of doing something : ACTION
caught in the act
3 : the formal product of a legislative body : STATUTE
an act of Congress
also : a decision or determination of a sovereign, a legislative council, or a court of justice
4 : one of the principal divisions of a theatrical work (such as a play or opera)
a play in three acts
5a : one of successive parts or performances (as in a variety show or circus)
a magic act
b : the performer or performers in such an act
a two-person comedy act
c : a performance or presentation identified with a particular individual or group
They took their act on the road.
d : the sum of a person’s actions or effects that serve to create an impression or set an example
a hard act to follow
6 : a display of affected behavior : PRETENSE
put on an act that deceived nobody
His friendly concern was just an act.
7 often capitalized : a formal record of something done or transacted
8 : a state of real existence rather than possibility
into the act or in on the act
: into an undertaking or situation as an active participant
saw the success they were having and wanted to get in on the act
act verb
acted; acting; acts
intransitive verb1 : to take action : MOVE
think before acting
acted favorably on the recommendation
2 : to conduct oneself : BEHAVE
act like a fool
3a : to perform on the stage
began acting at the age of eight
b : to behave as if performing on the stage : PRETEND
seemed angry but was just acting
4 : to perform a specified function : SERVE
trees acting as a windbreak
5 : to produce an effect : WORK
wait for a medicine to act
6 : to give a decision or award
adjourned without acting on the bill
7 of a play : to be capable of being performed
a play that acts well
transitive verb1a : to represent or perform by action especially on the stage
will act the part of Romeo in tonight’s play
b : FEIGN, SIMULATE
act indifference
c : IMPERSONATE
2 : to play the part of as if in a play
act the man of the world
3 : to behave in a manner suitable to
Act your age.
4 obsolete : ACTUATE, ANIMATE
ACT abbreviation
Definition of ACT
1 Action for Children’s Television
2 Association of Classroom Teachers
3 Australian Capital Territory
To therapists, ACT (abbreviation) also means Acceptance and Commitment Therapy. I shall now act to quote the Wikipedia description about ACT:
The objective of ACT is not elimination of difficult feelings; rather, it is to be present with what life brings us and to “move toward valued behavior”.[6] Acceptance and commitment therapy invites people to open up to unpleasant feelings, and learn not to overreact to them, and not avoid situations where they are invoked. Its therapeutic effect is a positive spiral where feeling better leads to a better understanding of the truth.[7] In ACT, ‘truth’ is measured through the concept of ‘workability’, or what works to take another step toward what matters (e.g. values, meaning).
ACT (abbreviation) also means this:
When I was caught in the act taking that photo yesterday, I acted to smile and give a thumbs up to the ACT workers near that truck.
Here are other ways I acted yesterday:
I have to act fast to finish this post with a Stephen Sondheim song (which features actors avoiding action by focusing on fault).
It’s never just an act when I express gratitude to all who help me act to create this daily blog and — of course! — thanks to YOU.
Five hundred and seventy-eight little days ago (but who’s counting these little things?), little ol’ me wrote a little blog post, Day 1790: Thankful for the little things. Yesterday, I was a little perturbed by many little things when I was writing yesterday’s little post, so I sent Michael this little email:
Hello my darling,I would say we have an infestation of ants . This is based on many of them crawling on me this morning while I was blogging, which is a new experience for me here at Squanticello. Let us research kind ways to invite them to leave.Much love,Ann
When I got home from work, Michael was more than a little freaked out at the not-so-little size of the invaders, which turned out to be carpenter ants. He said, “Usually I don’t think of insects as animals, but these enormous winged things are definitely animals.” Michael spent many little moments yesterday identifying the big ants’ little points of entry and applying spray that is kind to little things like children and pets.
I didn’t take any pictures of those little things, but I invite you to spot the little things in today’s little photos.
I don’t see any little or large ants as I’m creating this little post, so I’d say that Michael’s efforts paid off, in a big way.
Here‘s “The Little Things You Do Together” from a little musical called Company:
Here are the great lyrics to “The Little Things You Do Together” by that musical giant, Stephen Sondheim:
It’s the little things you do together
Do together
Do together
That make perfect relationships.
The hobbies you pursue together
Savings you accrue together
Looks you misconstrue together
That make marriage a joy.It’s the little things you share together
Swear together
Wear together
That make perfect relationships.
The concerts you enjoy together
Neighbors you annoy together
Children you destroy together
That keep marriage intact.It’s not so hard to be married
When two maneuver as one
It’s not so hard to be married
And Jesus Christ, is it fun.It’s sharing little winks together
Drinks together
Kinks together
That make marriage a joy.
The bargains that you shop together
Cigarettes you stop together
Clothing that you swap together
That make perfect relationships.It’s not talk of God and the decade ahead that
Allows you to get through the worst.
It’s “I do,” and, “You don’t,” and, “Nobody said that,”
And, “Who brought the subject up first?”It’s the little things…
The little things, the little things, the little thingsThe little ways you try together
Cry together
Lie together
That make perfect relationships.
Becoming a cliche together
Growing old and gray together
Withering away together
That make marriage a joy.It’s not so hard to be married,
It’s much the simplest of crimes.
It’s not so hard to be married,
I’ve done it three or four times.It’s people that you hate together
Bait together
Date together
That make marriage a joy.
It’s things like using force together
Shouting till you’re hoarse together
Getting a divorce together
That make perfect relationships.
Uh uh
Kiss kiss
Mmmm mmmmm.
I’m greatly looking forward to all your little comments, below.
Gratitude for the little things helps me deal with all the little and big things every day, so big thanks to those who help me create this little blog and — of course! — to YOU.
Soon after publishing this post, I made up some new little lyrics for that song, more relevant for tall Michael and little me:
It’s battling ants together
Making sure you dance together
Keeping the romance together
That make perfect relationships.
Who’s to blame for never writing a post titled “Blame” before, even though it’s one of the thirteen cognitive distortions discussed here?
I’m to blame for that and for repeating that description here:
We blame ourselves for every problem, or hold other people entirely responsible for a negative situation or feeling. When we focus on assigning blame and figuring out who is “at fault”, we are usually ignoring the complexity of a situation. Also, blaming can result in staying stuck in negative feelings, rather than moving towards action and solutions.
Does it help to blame? What about this major news story?
1 million species are at risk of extinction. Humans are to blame.
I’m very upset about that news story. Can you blame me?
However, I don’t want to stay stuck in negative feelings. I’d rather move towards actions and solutions. But what actions and solutions are there?
I try not to blame myself for becoming overwhelmed, sometimes, by the immensity of problems.
I do think there is a difference between blaming and taking responsibility. Blaming keeps us stuck in the past and pointing fingers at each other. Taking responsibility is more adult, focusing less on shame and more on the next achievable steps.
I take responsibility for all these photos and please don’t blame me if they don’t relate to today’s topic (because I took them all before I knew what I was going to write about this morning).
Here‘s the witch from Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods singing about the futility of blame:
I take responsibility for expressing my sincere gratitude at the end of every post. Thanks to all for helping me create this blog and for reading it, here and now!
What I know, here and now, includes the following:
What I don’t know, here and now, includes the following:
I know that Bugles have way too much saturated fat but I didn’t know they were America’s #1 finger hat. Now I know.
I know I love this Stephen Sondheim song (which you may or may not know from a six-month-old blog post).
Today I could choose to see a Stephen Sondheim musical at a local university and/or work on my taxes. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I know this: I could do both. I’ll let you know tomorrow.
I don’t know what I would do without the people who help me write this blog. I know I appreciate all of them, including YOU.
Yesterday, I saw a greeting card with a caption about how man learned.
I thought it showed how man learned to golf, but it showed how man learned to do something else.
How Ann learned to blog includes noticing messages from the universe and riffing on them. I’m now imagining future documentation of how man learned to
I learned a long time ago how to take photos and trust they would work in the next day’s post.
How my man Michael learned to cook is a long story, but I’m glad he did.
How man learns to play the piano, by Jon Batiste:
How Ann learned to thank everybody who helped create today’s post and — of course! — YOU:
Because today is Super Bowl Sunday in the Super United States, let’s Super celebrate by appreciating what’s Super in our lives.
Is that a Super idea, Super readers?
Super me had a Super birthday on Super Groundhog Day. I’m having a Super weekend spending Super time with Super people. Because I’m a musical theater Super-fan, seeing two musicals in two days — Road Show by Stephen Sondheim and Love Never Dies by Andrew Lloyd Weber — was Super, although I’ve seen far Super-ior work from both of those Musical Supermen.
Here are some Super Suppers by Michael, Super Cook.
I wonder what Super Supper Bowl Michael will make tonight. Stay tuned tomorrow for a Super update.
On Super Saturday, I received this Super birthday card from my Super friend, Janet.
That cat looks Super psyched.
Because I love Super Moons, here‘s a Super video:
It would be Super if you left a comment, but I’m Super thankful for you, even if you don’t!
“Now You Know” from Stephen Sondheim’s Merrily We Roll Along has been running through my head a lot lately. Now you know.
If you didn’t know Lucia Spina is a great interpreter of Sondheim tunes, now you know.
Now You Know
by Stephen Sondheim
All right, now you know:
Life is crummy.
Well, now you know.I mean, big surprise:
People love you and tell you lies.
Bricks can tumble from clear blue skies.
Put your dimple down,
Now you know.Okay, there you go —
Life is crummy,
Well, now you know.It’s called flowers wilt,
It’s called apples rot,
It’s called thieves get rich and saints get shot,
It’s called God don’t answer prayers a lot,
Okay, now you know.Okay, now you know,
Now forget it.
Don’t fall apart at the seams.
It’s called letting go your illusions,
And don’t confuse them with dreams.If the going’s slow —
Don’t regret it,
And don’t let’s go to extremes.
It’s called what’s your choice?
It’s called count to ten.
It’s called burn your bridges, start again.
You should burn them every now and then
Or you’ll never grow!Because now you grow.
That’s the killer, is
Now you grow.You’re right, nothing’s fair,
And it’s all a plot,
And tomorrow doesn’t look too hot —
Right, you better look at what you’ve got:
Over here, hello?
Okay, now you know,Now you know!
Now you know the lyrics to “Now You Know.”
Yesterday morning, I visited the amazing home of Jane Hoffmann. If you didn’t know that Jane is the wonderful real estate agent who helped us buy our new home, now you know.
Now you know you can put blackboard paint on your walls, like Jane did. I love it.
This blog post is for you Jane, for me, and for all my readers, too.
Now you know.
xo
Ann
One thousand, two hundred and forty-five days ago, I wrote another blog post titled “Facial Expressions.” My facial expression would be happy if you read that blog post. Heck, my facial expression would be happy if you read any of my blog posts.
Yesterday, I drew this facial expression:
Pointing to the bottom face, I asked my boyfriend Michael if he knew who that was. His first tentative guess was “Me?” My facial expression, in response to that, was probably disbelief, because I have never seen that expression on Michael’s face. His second guess, which was correct, was somebody we both know.
How would you describe that facial expression? It’s the expression I most dread seeing on other people’s faces.
I wonder what expressions were on my face, just now, when I realized that most of my other photos from yesterday show facial expressions.
To improve my facial expressions recently, I’ve been listening to the score of “Merrily We Roll Along” by Stephen Sondheim (whose facial expression can be found here). Here‘s a “Merrily We Roll Along” YouTube video that shows many facial expressions.
Those were the facial expressions I saw TWICE on the stage of the Huntington Theater in Boston. Now you know.
I hope you know that all expressions are welcomed, below.
My facial expression, here and now, is gratitude for all who helped me create this post and — of course! — for YOU.
