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Day 2892: Endure

I keep noticing this rock, which endures in the enduring Kindness Rock Project near our home:

The only other time I’ve used the word “endure” in a blog title was Day 1409: Adapt and Endure, which I published the day after Donald Trump became the U.S. President four years ago.

I, having endured many medical scares and challenges through 2016, also posted this enduring (and, I hope, endearing) message back then on Facebook:

“I survived open heart surgery for THIS?”

As we approach November 2020, let’s think about what we have endured over the last four years. Has it been an AFOG (Another F-ing Opportunity for Growth)? An irredeemable disaster? Something else? Your answer may depend on how you tend to endure.

Which of these images might endure for you?

Okay, I’m ready to endure the next 10 days. Are you?

Here’s a 1972 tune by Stephen Stills which endures for me:

What else endures? Comments on WordPress and my gratitude to all who help me endure, including YOU.

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Day 2867: Debatable

It’s debatable whether you can debate someone who

  • doesn’t follow previously agreed upon rules,
  • interrupts incessantly,
  • has no scruples,
  • lies constantly,
  • attacks,
  • is a malignant narcissist,
  • enjoys hurting people, and
  • will do anything to win.

It’s debatable whether I and the USA could possible survive another four years of the guy who “debated” Joe Biden last night.

It’s debatable whether there’s anything debatable about the images I captured yesterday.

Michael’s meals are never debatable.

It’s debatable

  • how many animals are in those photos and
  • whether anybody will find the octopus.

If you vote for the person who debated Joe Biden last night, it’s debatable whether you’ve been paying attention to what he’s actually been saying and doing to this country.

It’s debatable how you might fill in the blank:

Jill or the beanstalk?

It’s debatable whether it’s a smooth segue from that to Jack from Sondheim’s Into the Woods singing this

… to Sondheim’s There Won’t Be Trumpets:

In case those lyrics are debatable, here they are:

Those smug little men with their smug little schemes
They forgot one thing:
The play isn’t over by a long shot yet!
There are heroes in the world,
Princes and heroes in the world,
And one of them will save us.
Wait and see!
Wait and see!

There won’t be trumpets or bolts of fire
To say he’s coming.
No Roman candles, no angels’ choir,
No sound of distant drumming.
He may not be the cavalier,
Tall and graceful, fair and strong.
Doesn’t matter, just as long as he comes along!

But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor.
He may be daring, he may be dashing,
Or maybe he’s a farmer.
We can wait, what’s another day?
He has lots of hills to climb.
And a hero
Doesn’t come till the nick of time!

Don’t look for trumpets or whistles tooting
To guarantee him!
There won’t be trumpets, but sure as shooting
You’ll know him when you see him!
Don’t know when, don’t know where,
And I can’t even say that I care!
All I know is, the minute you turn
And he’s suddenly there,
There won’t be trumpets!
There are no trumpets!
Who needs trumpets?

It’s debatable whether I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep until enough of those smug little men with their smug little schemes are defeated. There won’t be trumpets but there’ll be celebrating in many houses, including this one, when that finally happens.

If you want to debate anything in this debatable post, please leave a comment below.

My gratitude is not debatable, so thanks to everyone, including YOU.

Categories: 2020 U.S. Election, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Day 2801: Remarkable

It’s remarkable how many remarkably comforting and thoughtful remarks people have been leaving on this blog about the recent loss of our remarkable kitty, Oscar.

It’s also remarkable, to me, how anybody can still support our remarkable U.S. President, who thinks it remarkable that he passed a cognitive test and remembered the words “Person Woman Man Camera TV.”  I don’t think it’s that remarkable that I still remember those words in order, days after hearing them.

Recently, I remarked to my husband that I found it remarkable that somebody had used a marker to mark up a nearby wall with this:

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Yesterday, I brought a marker with me on my walk, with the intent to re-mark that wall.  However, my marker was remarkably thin, so I couldn’t remark the MAGA marks, even though I tried. Instead,  I marked up the wall directly above, like so:

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As I re-marked that wall, I listened for remarks from people nearby on the beach,  who were enjoying the remarkable day. Everything was remarkably quiet. When I was done re-marking, I resumed my remarkable walk.

Which of my photos today are the most remarkable?

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I find these images particularly remarkable, here and now.

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It’s remarkable how comforting it is to have Harley around as we grieve the loss of our remarkable Oscar , who looked like this:

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After I saw that cat food bag at the supermarket yesterday, I showed that photo to my remarkable husband Michael, who has so often remarked in many remarkable situations, “Look, Ann!  That cat looks just like Oscar!”

It’s remarkable what we remember.

Here is Jaheim‘s  “Remarkable” featuring Terry Dexter:

It’s remarkable how much I’m looking forward to your remarks, below.

Remarkable thanks to all, including YOU.

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Day 2499: Every day is a miracle

“Every Day is a Miracle” is a song from the miraculous David Byrne‘s American Utopia. 

It was a miracle that Michael and I got

  • tickets for the last pre-Broadway performance of American Utopia,
  • a reasonable parking space in Boston,
  • sushi at our favorite sushi restaurant,
  • time at a Halloween pop-up store near the theater, and
  • the chance to witness and enjoy an incredible show with amazing musicians in a miraculous theater.

Every day that I took each of these previously unshared photos was a miracle.

 

 

Every one of those photos is a miracle.

Every moment of American Utopia was a miracle, including “Every Day is a Miracle.”  Here‘s a miraculously clear recording of a 2018 performance of that song in Houston.

 

Every comment you leave is a miracle, for me.

Thanks to all who make my every day a miracle, including YOU.

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Day 2273: Declaring a National Emergency

There’s a lot in the news, here and now, about declaring a national emergency.

Last night, in a therapy group, people were declaring that the U.S. President declaring a national emergency seemed like a national emergency to them.  Some people declared that the election of Donald Trump  seemed more like a national emergency than 9/11. Somebody else declared that the U.S. President setting the precedent of declaring this national emergency paved the way for a national emergency about climate change.

I’m declaring a national emergency of worry, shame, and guilt.

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I’m declaring that the people I meet, every day, who suffer worry, shame, and guilt are not  people who deserve to have those excessively painful feelings.  I’m declaring that I’m doubtful that the people declaring a national emergency today have worry, shame, and guilt about that.

Are there any other emergencies declared in my other photos from yesterday?

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I’m declaring a national emergency of peace and love.

Here is “State of Emergency” by Phil Gawen.

Here is “National Emergency” by the Deplorable Choir.

 

Here is “The Ballad of the Wall” by The Parody Project.

 

What national emergency might you declare? I’m declaring there’s a space for your declarations in the comments section, below.

I’m declaring my thanks to all those who helped me share the declarations in today’s post and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 2253: Cave

Because I caved, despite my avowed avoidance of social media, I just saw this from Merriam Webster on Twitter:

We’re seeing a 1500% spike on “cave” this evening.”

When we descended into the cave of television news last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael, “Why is everybody characterizing the temporary end to the government shutdown as a cave?  Why is that news agency calling Trump “Cave Man?” Is that going to help? How can there be cooperation when there are no exceptions to this win-or-lose philosophy? Does everybody have to act like they’re seven years old?  Where are the adults in the room?”

Michael agreed with me.  Was that a cave?

Maybe this result of searching for “CNN cave man” can throw some light on the subject:

There’s a little cave man in all of us.

I’m not going to cave and make some stupid joke about that headline, but I will share this more inspiring result of searching for “CNN cave.”

The Thai cave rescue ended in success. But only two weeks ago, it all seemed hopeless

I remember, last July, when the world seemed to be caving in, that story about the rescue of the twelve young boys and their soccer coach from the Thai cave helped us all emerge from the cave of hopelessness, at least temporarily.

Is it a cave if you look at my photos from yesterday?

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While that might look like scrawlings from  a cave, that last photo shows my writing all the topics from a group therapy session on the wall of a group room.

Walls and caves.  Caves and walls. Will we ever escape this cave of  confusion?

Michael loves Nick Cave.

If I ask you to leave a comment below, is it a cave if you comply?

Even when I’m in a dark cave, I look for the light of gratitude.  Thanks to all who helped me create this cave of a post and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 2024: Read before you proceed

What do you read before you proceed?

Yesterday, I read this before I proceeded to my office:

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Before I proceed tomorrow with my first board meeting as president of a group psychotherapy organization, I will read my notes to prepare.

I read, before I proceed, the latest world news, which indicates that the American president did not read messages from many advisors before proceeding to meet Putin in Helsinki.

Read before you proceed this line I just made up about that:

What works in Biloxi might not work in Helsinki.

Read before you proceed another line from me:

When Trump stopped in Helsinki  the results seemed rather stinky.

Read before you proceed the lines in my other photos from yesterday:

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Those geese appeared to read the walk sign before they proceeded across the street.

Read before you proceed these lyrics to Sting’s “If I Ever Lose My Faith in You”:

You could say I’d lost my belief in our politicians
They all seem like game show hosts to me.

Read before you proceed all the lyrics for that song:

Read before you proceed my thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — you, for reading this before proceeding.

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Day 2001: A Real Piece of Art

Yesterday, in Chicago, Illinois, USA, I saw this:

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Is that a real piece of art?  Do any of my other photos today show real pieces of art? Or real pieces of anything else?

This post has 70 photos, but who’s counting? (For the answer to that question, please see yesterday’s post.)

In case it was difficult to see the real pieces of art in one of the photos above, here’s a closer look at it:

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That’s the exterior of the Chicago Tribune building, which includes real pieces of art from around the world, including pieces of Edinburgh Castle and the Taj Mahal.

Here‘s a video about a real piece of art featured in today’s post:

Here‘s another one:

I’ve been working on real pieces of a new song, which somebody recorded when I performed it yesterday. Perhaps a real piece of  that will show up on YouTube soon, too.

I’m looking forward to real pieces of comments, below.

A real piece of gratitude to all the real pieces of art and real pieces of other things that appeared in today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 1955: For Safety

As a psychotherapist, I’m concerned about people’s safety.

I work at a Boston hospital, where others also look out for your safety.

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For our safety, I wish world leaders would use the negotiating table.

For my safety, I observe what’s going on around me, like this:

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For our safety and sanity, we’re using our seaside table.

Here’s an old advertisement for safety  I safely remember.

What do you do for safety?

Appreciation and gratitude increase my sense of safety,  so thanks to all who helped me create today’s post for safety  and — of course! — thanks to you.

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