Day 2073: What does CPR stand for?

Commonly, People Reply that CPR stands for CardioPulmonary Resuscitation.

Certain Picture Reveals that CPR  also stands for

… Clean Portable Restrooms.

CPR also stands for Cats Posing Randomly,

Chairs Properly Recycled,

Civil Public Respect,

Curious Political Rivalries,

Cute Puppy, Right?

Candy Prominently Rearranged,

Carving Pumpkins Returns,

and Captured Panoramas, Recently:

Captioning Performer Riffs:

Comments?  Personal Replies?

Conclusion Primarily Relies on gratitude to all who Contributed Parts Related to this CPR Concentrated Post Readily and — Certainly! — Praiseworthy Readers.

Concluding Pun Revealed!

 

Day 2037: Maybe Later

Maybe later I’ll explain the title of today’s blog.

Maybe later I’ll call WordPress and ask them why I can’t create a new blog post on my laptop this morning.

Maybe later I’ll get some sleep.

Maybe later I’ll drive my son to the airport so he can fly to India for two weeks and then back to university in Edinburgh.

Maybe later I’ll purchase an adaptor for my trip to Iceland and later on to Edinburgh.

Maybe later I’ll work more on my 4th and 5th original songs.

Maybe later this week I’ll debut my 3rd original song — “Hidden Thoughts” — at an Open Mic in Arlington, Massachusetts.

Maybe later is sooner than we think.

Maybe later I’ll explain some of the photos I took yesterday.

Maybe later we’ll finish off that ice cream cake.

Maybe later you’ll watch and listen to Lowen and Navarro performing “Maybe Later.”

Maybe later you’ll leave a comment and maybe later than that I’ll reply.

Maybe later I’ll express my thanks to all who helped me create this “Maybe Later” post and to you, or maybe now.

Maybe later I’ll reveal how they say “THANKS!” in Retriever.

Day 1933: Overthinking

Over the past few weeks, I’ve heard several people in therapy express concerns over how they’ve been overthinking.

Overthinking (as described by a thinker at inc.com) “can cause problems. When you overthink, your judgment gets cloudy and your stress gets elevated.  You spend too much time in the negative. It can be difficult to act.”  Overthinking  also interferes with sleep and contributes to anxiety, depression, and self-medicating with food, drugs, or alcohol (there’s more about  overthinking over at thelawofattraction.com).

Last night, I called Michael over to go over my many worried thoughts about matters hanging over me. When my fitful monologue was over, Michael thought over what he’d heard and said, “Ann, the way you’re overthinking borders on the completely ridiculous.”   I realized that the way I was overthinking didn’t border on the completely ridiculous — it actually went over the border into the completely ridiculous.

Michael helps me get control over my overthinking.  However, I’m not over overthinking — it’s a habit that’s hard to get over.  I know I’m overthinking again this morning, because I’m anxious over decisions I made over the long weekend and I’m overthinking the consequences.  However, I’m not thinking that I might be overlinking  to that inc. article about “10 Simple Ways You Can Stop Yourself from Overthinking,” which includes

• Don’t think about what can go wrong, but what can go right.
• Distract yourself into happiness.
• Put things into perspective.
• Stop waiting for perfection.
• Change your view of fear.
• Realize you can’t predict the future.
• Accept your best.

Yes, I was overthinking many things yesterday, but not my early morning tweeting:

After reading the latest dispatches in these celebrity/political feuds: When did “turn the other cheek” become hit them in the cheek 10 times harder?

And I wasn’t  overthinking when I took these photos:

I don’t think I’m all by myself alone in overthinking, even though it drives people bananas. At this point, I don’t want to rethink anything, including my pretzel.

When this post is over, please bring over your thinking about overthinking, rethinking, and other kinds of thinking.

Here’s “Overthinking” by L2M:

The last recommendation in that inc. article about stopping overthinking is “be grateful.”  That’s why I don’t overthink my thanks, I just express them.

Day 1904: How to Survive Anything

After surviving another day yesterday, I noticed this magazine at our local supermarket.

I didn’t buy that, probably because I don’t believe I can survive anything. Eventually, something is going to get me.

In the meantime, I wish there was a survival magazine for penguins …

… who are doing fine in the supermarket but are struggling to survive in the wild (see here for more about penguin survival).

If you were going to write something titled “How to Survive Anything,” what might you include?  I would include

• seeing great movies,

• doing things with those you love,

• taking bathroom breaks,
• learning from those around me (including cats),

• eating cake,

• having all my feelings (including getting pissy sometimes),
• looking forward to spring,

• touching and feeling,
• feeling better and cheering up,

• letting go of worry,

• puns,

• good food,

• music,

• kindness, and
• gratitude to all, including YOU.

Day 1881: So much to love about —

There’s so much to love about my co-worker Juli, who offered me this Rice Krispies treat yesterday.

So much to love about —

• Rice Krispies treats,
• Generous people,
• The world,

• Bunnies,

 

• Dogs,

• Life,
• Stories,

• Writing,
• Singing,
• Balloons,

• Birthdays,
• My son Aaron, who turned 20 yesterday,
• Memories of past birthdays,

• 11 year olds,
• This video Aaron made when he was 11 years old,

• Comments on this blog,
• Everyone who helped me create today’s post,
• You, and
• Thanks!

Day 1828: Where have all the _______ gone?

Yesterday, I took a look at my local supermarket,  saw this ….

… and immediately thought of this song:

 

Where have all the

• flowers,
• folk singers,
• sing-alongs,
• bees,
• frogs,
• endangered species,
• peace talks,
• chocolate futures, and
• smart leaders gone?

When will we ever learn?

Where have all my photos gone? Gone to blog posts, every one.

Where have all the comments gone?  I’ll look for them later, when I’m less clueless and more clueful.

Where have all the thanks gone?  They’re here, at the end of every blog.