Traceability (according to this traceable point on the internet) is
The ability to trace (identify and measure) all the stages that led to a particular point in a process that consists of a chain of interrelated events.
Let’s see if we have the ability to trace (identify and measure) all the stages that led to this particular title in a process that consists of a chain of interrelated blog posts.
That’s it. Today’s blog post title is traceable to that sign in a Whole Food Market, which I saw yesterday when Michael and I were doing our weekly food shopping.
After we shopped, removed our masks, and got into my traceably bright yellow car, Michael said, “That was stressful. I used to enjoy food shopping.” Michael’s comment has traceability — we are in a particular point in a process of a chain of interrelated pandemic events.
Do you see traceability in my other photos from yesterday?
My choice of video today has traceability back to my watching Royal Wedding with Fred Astaire and Jane Powell yesterday.
Fred Astaire’s character dancing on the walls and ceiling has traceability from Sarah Churchill‘s character revealing earlier in Royal Wedding that she used to imagine she could dance all over the floors, walls and “even the ceiling” when she was a child. Sarah Churchill’s lineage has traceability to her father, Winston Churchill.
So much traceability, so little time.
Today’s thanks — to everybody who helps me blog every day, (including YOU) — have traceability to yesterday’s visit to Whole Foods, too.
I can draw the line between your concern and compassion, Ann.
Your kindness is always traceable, my friend.
Thank you for sharing your photos of the outdoors. Reminds me that there are still shores.
I hope in your heart and mind, you sometimes dance on ceilings like Fred Astaire.
Thank you for sharing your dancing thoughts, my friend.
Sometimes we can trace stuff if we have good tracing paper just saying
What you say has traceability, Jo-Anne!
here’s to the water and beauty outside that never fades, i ‘d trace that back to mother nature helping to nurture us. and i’d trace those carrots back to someone who understands their way around a kitchen.
I’d trace this comment back to someone who understands a lot, beth.
Thank you for sharing your nice thoughts, my friend.
Thank you for sharing yours!
Three days ago I happened to tune into Royal Wedding at the start of that iconic scene. Traceability! Yesterday, after my contactless pickup of spinach and other produce at the local produce stand, I was able to park at deserted lot, get out and enjoy the beautiful day that Mother Nature provided. Thank you, Ann, for the traceability and interconnectedness.
Thank you, Kat, for your traceably beautiful thoughts.
After three days without internet access I’m finally tracing things back and, well, here comes trouble!
After many months of not seeing this comment, Chris, I’m finally tracing things back to tell you that I welcome your kind of trouble, every day.