Posts Tagged With: Steve Martin

Day 2973: I forgot

Yesterday, at the end of our session, my therapist asked me what my first memory about money was. I don’t forget why she asked me — I told her I wanted to work on my shame and fear related to money and taxes.

When I had trouble accessing early memories about money, she asked me to work on that before our next session.

I forgot my first memories about money, but I believe my shame, fear, and forgetting might be related to the fact that my family was Jewish. I realized when I was young that some non-Jews believed that Jews only cared about money and seemed to hate them for that. My parents didn’t want me or others to forget the Holocaust — the worst result of those beliefs. I wanted to forget because the Holocaust seemed too big and scary for me to understand.

I forgot to take many photos yesterday because I was focusing on giving and getting therapy and staying safe from the cold and the snow.

I forgot what I recently wrote on Twitter, so I’ll see what’s there.

Here’s “I Forgot” by Steve Martin, which is about money and taxes!

If you don’t leave a comment below, you can borrow this excuse from Steve Martin: “I forgot.”

In all the years I’ve been blogging, I never forgot to say thank you to my readers.

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Day 2704: I forgot

I forgot why I decided to call this post “I forgot.”

Wait!  I remember.


I forgot to check the celebrity gossip yesterday. I also forgot to share yesterday’s Daily Bitch Calendar.


I forgot to mention that I think there are many delicate balances in life.






I forgot what that off-shore structure was for (if I ever knew), but I didn’t forget to take more photos of it yesterday for the amazing blogger Christopher Waldrop (who mentioned it in a comment about yesterday’s post).

I forgot that we bought a Breaking Bad  hat years ago.


I forgot most of the episodes of Breaking Bad because I binge-watched them so I could watch the final episode with Michael and Aaron.

I forgot that we  bought a silver pen so that the star of Breaking BadBryan Cranston, could sign that hat, but he forgot to come out and meet fans after a performance of the play All the Way in Cambridge before its Broadway opening.  I forgot whether that was the only time he didn’t come out during the Cambridge run of the play, but I think so.

I forgot my cardiologist’s story about meeting Bryan Cranston, but I think it was a good one. (My cardiologist has SO MANY stories and I have so many stories about him.)



I forgot to feel sad about Oscar’s cancer yesterday, because he is doing so well.

I forgot why yesterday was an all-day “New Event” in my calendar.


Don’t forget: every day is an all-day new event.

I forgot whether the rest of my photos from yesterday fit today’s topic.


I forgot to ask a question from that book in my Coping and Healing group yesterday.


I forgot to take off those socks before my Coping and Healing group, but nobody could see them anyway.


I forgot to practice keyboards.


I forgot to read more of that excellent book about how the body remembers trauma.


I forgot how the ocean looks so different, every friggin’ day.


I forgot to remind you how awesome you are.


I almost forgot to share that photo of Michael’s latest cooking masterpiece. I forgot to eat crunchy snacks yesterday because Michael’s vegetables are so satisfyingly crunchy.

I forgot all the details of this old Steve Martin routine.

Don’t forget to leave a comment and I never forget to express my gratitude to all my readers, including YOU.


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Day 1925: No reason at all

Sometimes, I have judgmental and negative thoughts for no reason at all. These include

  • assumptions that other people are judging me and
  • negative expectations about the future.

I have many reasons to believe that I am not alone in having thoughts like that for no reason at all.

Yesterday, I had no reason at all for taking these photos.







I could think of no reason at all why those bags were hanging that way near the ocean yesterday.

Here’s an answer we can all use when there’s no reason at all:


Here’s Steve Martin doing his stand-up routine in front of dogs on The Tonight Show for no reason at all.


Even if you have no reason to leave a comment, please do so, just because.

As always, I have lots of reasons to thank those who help me create this blog and — of course! — YOU.


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Day 425: Truth Teller

“Truth teller” is a role that people take on, in groups and in life.  It’s a very important role.  I take it as a compliment when somebody calls me a “truth teller.”

Sometimes, I can get a bit obsessive about telling the truth.  That is, I feel guilty if I am remiss about that, in any way.

I remember, in the 1970s, interviewing for a job as a technical/marketing writer. I had started off my career in that field, a few years before, with very low pay (because I had no experience), so I was playing salary catch-up, trying to get a fair, commensurate wage.  The guy interviewing me, Al (whom I knew from a previous job), asked me what my current salary was.

And I had been told this, by several people, “Lie about your current salary. That’s the only way for you to get the correct pay for your experience and skill.”  So I lied, exactly as instructed.

And the interview went well, and it looked like I would probably get the job but …. afterwards, all I could think about was the fact that I had lied. I felt terrible.  I agonized back and forth between various courses of action. What to do?  What to do?

My mother used to say, “Honesty is the best policy.”  And that was one of my mother’s sayings that I truly believed.

So, finally, I called Al on the phone, and said, “Al, I’m sorry. That salary I told you?  It’s not true.”

And I said a bit more about that, by way of explanation. Al sounded a little … something on the phone. Surprised. Like he didn’t know what to say. And he didn’t say much.

I had many thoughts after that confessional phone call, such as, “He must think I’m nuts.  Maybe I won’t get the job now.”

But I felt better.

And how do you think this story turned out?

I got the job. At the salary I wanted.

So why am I telling that story, today?  For one thing, I want to make sure I tell the truth, here.  Specifically, I want to be clear and come clean on something I’ve claimed, several times, in blog posts last year.

For years, I’ve been told by many experts that I am the longest surviving person in the world with a cardiac pacemaker. I bragged (authentically, I thought, at the time) about that record in past posts (like herehere, here, here, here, here, and here). I often hesitate to brag, for many reasons1 … but I thought that brag was true.

I’ve written, before, about the possibility that I don’t have “the title” (in “Day 320: Show up, be gentle, tell the truth).  Today, I truly believe that I don’t.

And, because it’s nice to be The Best or The First or otherwise qualify for The Guinness Book of Records, I’ll tell another truth: I’ve had moments of resistance to giving up that sort-of-sweet superlative.

But not any more. In this moment, I am authentically pleased to speak this truth:

I am one of the longest surviving people in the world with a cardiac pacemaker.

Which puts me in very good company.

Hey!  Look at that! I’m not alone!  Instead, I’m part of a group. And if you’ve read this blog before, you know this truth to be self-evident: I love groups.

Speaking of honesty, I need to credit somebody else, who also inspired today’s post. As is often true for me, a comedian was part of the mix. Today’s comedic co-star is Steve Martin.


(I found that image at Wikipedia.)

Before I decided on today’s post topic this morning, I encountered Mr. Martin (among many excellent musicians)  in this YouTube Video:

(see here for a full list of musicians, in the comments)

Honestly, isn’t that pure joy?  I genuinely adore that video.

But here’s another fact: that video was NOT the inspiration for this post.  Watching that video led me to this one:

And that truly helped me write this post, today.

Thanks to Steve Martin, my old friend Gene (who also inspired this post2), the longest surviving person in the world with a pacemaker,3  Al, Johnny Carson, Earl Scruggs, truth-tellers everywhere, and to you — but of course! — for visiting today.

1 One of the reasons for NOT bragging would be this:  If you brag and it’s not true, look at all the rewriting you have to do!

2 Gene inspired this post like so: On Facebook, he is currently asking for songs that have major landscape features in the title, which lead me to that “Foggy Mountain Breakdown” video.

3 See the comment section on this post and this post, too, for more about this person.4 And while it’s possible somebody else out there has lived EVEN LONGER with a pacemaker … I sincerely doubt it.

4 Why aren’t I naming names in this post?  Honestly, I’m not sure how she would feel about that (and I hope to find out more about that, soon).

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