Last night, after listening to many Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me, I asked a question on Twitter about who speaks to you:
I love reading about who speaks to other people.
Do you know who does NOT speak to me (which I’ve never spoken about before on this blog)? My sister. People who speak in my therapy groups often reveal that siblings in their families have trouble speaking to each other.
Here’s someone who constantly speaks to me, although I don’t know what she’s saying.
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Do any of my images today speak to you?
The Daily Bitch always speaks to me (even if some people in Real Life and on Twitter don’t speak to me).
Here’s one of the Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me yesterday:
Who is speaking to you now? Hello, it’s me, with gratitude for YOU.
My husband Michael and I danced to “I Saw the Light” after I got home from a trip where I saw the light at Disney World, the gorgeous islands off the Southeast coast of Georgia, and (unexpectedly) a Georgia hospital after I had a TIA.
During a long and restorative walk in my neighborhood yesterday, I Saw the Light.
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For me, I Saw the Light means that I’m in the moment, observing the beauty surrounding me, and realizing again an important lesson I learned when I was young: life is short and every day is precious.
I Saw the Light when I was capturing all these other images for today’s blog post.
On this precious day when people might be talking like pirates while eating butterscotch pudding, what does “I saw the light” mean to you?
I saw the light while gathering expressions of gratitude for all those who have helped me see the light, including YOU!
I’m going to strike while the iron is hot and immediately share the meaning of that idiom.
I like to strike while the iron is hot and right now I’m trying to figure out how to take advantage of a travel opportunity with free airfare, which is expiring on June 30.
Striking while the iron is hot can be
adventurous,
effective,
ineffective,
fun,
anxiety-provoking,
smart,
dangerous (ouch! hot iron!)
invigorating, and/or
exhausting.
Let’s strike while the iron is hot and look at my images for today.
On National Logistics Day, I’m trying to strike while the iron is hot to figure out the logistics to make this trip work.
When I strike while the iron is hot on YouTube, this is what I find:
Finally, I’m going to strike while the gratitude iron is hot and thank all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU!
I’m sure I’m repeating myself here when I state that I sometimes have a fear of repeating myself. However, repeating oneself is actually encouraged on National Repeat Day.
Even on National Repeat Day, I don’t want to repeat much more of the National Day Calendar’s description of National Repeat Day, which you can read here. That description has links to 7 Things Worth Repeating (including music, daily affirmations, and recipes) and and 7 Things Not Worth Repeating (including bad haircuts, terrible jobs, and being scammed).
On National Repeat Day, I want to repeat that the USA needs to ban assault weapons, NOW.
Do you see repeats in my other images for today?
On National Repeat Day, there’s kind of a repeat of National Macaroon Day, which was three days ago.
Last night, on the day after the horrific shootings at a Texas elementary school (and the typical, infuriating reactions from those opposed to sane gun laws), I asked a question on Twitter about finding some measure of comfort through music.
Here comes trouble in the form of yet another daily blog post from me, who likes to wear these socks:
Here comes trouble as my hometown of Boston gets rid of almost all mask mandates and social distancing rules today, which is troubling many people I know.
Here comes trouble because major changes in rules and routines, widespread distrust in the media and in political leaders, real and present dangers, and uncertainties about the future are all very troubling.
Here comes trouble as I share all my latest images with you.
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Here comes trouble: I’ve posted WAAYYY more than 70 days in a row. (Three thousand more, WordPress!)
Here and here come the two songs I mentioned as I was causing trouble on Twitter:
Consider causing some trouble in the comments section below.
As I’ve said to several people lately, “I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope it’s not a train coming in the opposite direction.”
Can you see the light in my photos from yesterday?
I forgot my phone at work last night, so if you expected to see any photos from yesterday, forget it!
I tend to forget:
my phone,
umbrellas,
numbers,
song lyrics,
people’s names,
dates,
details about movies I’ve only seen once,
grudges, and
I forget what else.
Stress often increases forgetfulness. I’m forgetting more than usual this week. If you want me to explain why that is, forget it! I’d rather focus on what I wish I could forget, which includes:
past hurts,
past disappointments,
past illnesses,
past surgeries,
cruelty, and
politics, if only for a moment.
But forget it! I can’t control what I forget and what I remember. Right now, I remember talking to my friend Megan yesterday about the ups and downs of life and how we wished we could remember to ride them, like surfers riding waves.
I’m sure there are recent photos I’ve forgotten to include in this blog.
Here’s one!
I forget why I took that. Actually, I think I took it accidentally.
If you want me to come up with a reason for why that photo is a good match for today’s blog, forget it! I have to leave early because I forgot to get an inspection sticker for my car, and if a cop stops me about having an expired sticker, forget it!
I wonder if there’s anything titled “Forget It” on YouTube?
Forget it! There’s too many Forget Its on YouTube! Here’s the first “Forget It” I found:
Here‘s a song I’ll never forget and which I heard yesterday on my way to work:
If you want me to explain why “Love is the Answer” by Todd Rundgren is unforgettable, forget it!
If you leave a comment, I won’t forget it. And I can’t forget to thank all who helped me create today’s post or you — of course! — for remembering to visit, here and now.