What’s new is
Those National Days are new to me.
Here’s “What’s New” sung by Ella Fitzgerald…
… and “What’s New” by Megan Thee Stallion:
What’s new with you?
Thanks to all who help me write a new post every day, including YOU.
Whenever our nice cats scratch, barf, or otherwise wreak havoc on something we own, my nice husband Michael says, “See, Ann? This is why we can’t have nice things.” It’s nice that Michael and I agree that cats are nicer than things.
A few days ago I saw and shared this nice cartoon from the New Yorker:
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It’s nice to know that Michael isn’t the only one who says that.
Do you see nice things in my other images for today?
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My late parents, whom I greatly respect, were very nice and they liked cats more than things, too.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “this is why we can’t have nice things.”
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Now I need to put on some nice things to go and work in-person at the hospital.
Thanks to all my nice readers, including YOU!
I’ve been thinking about Election Day 2020 since Election Day 2016, and now it’s here!
I’m going to spend Election Day 2020 with my fingers crossed, working and watching from home, and probably capturing images like these:
How are you going to spend Election Day 2020?
I’ve already spent part of Election Day 2020 looking for music to share in this post. Here is “Election day BIDEN HARRIS Music video: ALL ON THE LINE” by Andres Useche.
I’ll also be spending Election Day 2020 expressing gratitude for all who helped me get here, including YOU.
What to think about in the morning, for me, includes
I’m improving the present moment by sharing “What to Think About in the Morning Before You Remember the Sad State of the World” by Eugenia Viti, from the New Yorker.
What to think about this morning includes the virtual Jam’n Java Open Mic this Friday, May 1, 7PM- 9PM USA Eastern Time, which will feature me, my ukulele, and my song “I Left the House Before I Felt Ready.” If you think you might want to attend, sign up using this link by Thursday, April 30.
What to think about these images I captured yesterday?
What to think about this morning, for me, includes my first performance of “I Left the House Before I Felt Ready” at the Jam’n Java Open Mic, when I forgot the words and somehow recovered:
What to think, here and now?
What to think about, any time, is expressing thanks to others, including YOU.
Who has time to read carefully these days, with all the information pouring in?
Nevertheless, I am going to read carefully before voting in the Massachusetts primary election by absentee ballot. If you read carefully, over the next few moments, you will discover that I need an absentee ballot because I’ll be attending a week-long group therapy conference in New York City the first week of March.
Read carefully when you look at my other photos from yesterday.
If you read this daily blog carefully, you know I’ve been mourning the death of jazz keyboardist Lyle Mays all this week. Last night, when I was reading my recorded Stephen Colbert shows carefully, I noticed that keyboardist and band leader Jon Batiste was also carefully paying homage to Lyle by interjecting a musical phrase by Lyle during Stephen’s monologue:
If you read that video carefully, you’ll find the sounds of Lyle at 2:44, 4:14, 7:26, and 9:46.
Here’s “Close to Home,” the Lyle Mays composition that Jon Batiste was carefully reading and sharing.
If I read carefully, I always realize that I am not alone.
If you leave a comment, of course I will read carefully and respond.
Read carefully and you’ll see that I’m grateful for all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.
Yesterday, after I was so done creating my daily blog post and reading the latest news, I decided “I’m so done” with
I searched the internet for “I’m so done” and found these:
Apparently, I’m not the only who is thinking “I’m so done.”
I’m so done sharing other people’s images in this post, so here’s a bunch of my “I’m so done” images from yesterday.
I’m so done with the glittery nail polish from our wedding on December 27, but I can’t get it all off, no matter what nail polish remover I try.
I’m so done caring about stupid little things like that.
What are you so done with?
Here‘s “I’m So Done” by Lain Roy:
I’m never done expressing gratitude to all who help me create these daily posts and — of course! — to YOU.
It’s creepy how a headline like “Creepy Photo!” can make us look at a tabloid like The National Enquirer.
I saw that creepy photo at the supermarket last night, after exchanging goodbyes with my son’s girlfriend Widad and my son Aaron.
Do any of these other images, captured on a creepily warm and unseasonable winter’s day and night, make you say, “Creepy Photo!”?
It’s not creepy to enlarge any of those photos to see which ones you think are creepy.
Moments after I took that last creepy photo of a vacuum cleaner on a dark and windy night under the wolf moon, I saw an animal walking by us which didn’t look particularly creepy to me. My husband Michael, who seemed creeped out, said quietly, “It’s a coyote.” Michael thought it would be creepy if I tried to take a creepy photo of it, so we kept walking. The coyote changed direction, which Michael thought was very creepy. Seconds later, we noticed four other coyotes creeping down a hill to join the first one. Michael told me to keep walking without looking at the creepy pack. When we saw somebody further down the street walking a small dog, we told him about the creepy group of five coyotes we had passed. He said, “I guess they’re out enjoying this warm weather just like us. This little guy would make a nice snack for them” and he kept walking, which some people might have found creepy.
It would be creepy if YouTube had something called “Creepy Photo!”
If you want to see more creepy photos, there are dozens of Creepy Photo videos on YouTube.
No more creepy photos here, just thanks to all who helped me create this “Creepy Photo!” post and to all who are reading it, including YOU!
Over my long life, I’ve had millions of ideas.
Some of them are private and hidden.
Some of them are inexplicable.
Some of them are rebellious.
Some of them are blooming.
Some of them seem random but aren’t.
Some of them are beautiful.
Some of them seem repetitive.
What do they all have in common?
Hope is what they all have in common. And I hope you share some of your millions of ideas, below.
I have some ideas about which music to share (here and here on YouTube).
Here’s another idea: music is like a time machine for me.
Millions of thanks to those whose ideas helped inspire today’s post and — of course! — to YOU, for all the ideas you bring, here and now.
If you look at the good comments in yesterday’s post, you might notice that some good people had some trouble discerning whether that post had good news.
The news in today’s post is that I can relate to that confusion. When I look at the news these days, I often ask myself and others, “Is this good news?”
It’s probably not news that I’m going to share many new photos and relate them to today’s topic. I ask you, good readers, is this good news?
Is this good news that my son Aaron took so many photos of camera-shy Michael? I guess it depends on your perspective and on who you are.
Is “Good News” by Manic Drive good news?
By the way, I continue to get good news about my dentist‘s recovery from a double lung transplant.
I look forward to all the news in your good comments.
Is this good news that I always thank those who help me create these posts and — of course! — YOU?
January was then, February is now.
That was February 1st when I took those photos, this is now February 2nd, Groundhog Day, and my 65th birthday.
For those of us who are still recovering from the past, this is now the time to tell ourselves: “That was then, this is now.” The then is still with us, but the now offers the gifts of opportunity, healing, and hope.
That was then when I watched and listened to The Monkees. This is now “That Was Then, This is Now.”
That was my blog post for the day. This is now my gratitude for all who have helped me get through the then and the now, including the Monkees, The New Yorker, Roz Chast, and YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 