Yesterday, I looked for the good in a local production of the musical Chicago starring my son Aaron’s cousin Victoria as Velma Kelly. I found a lot of good AND a foolish, naive character singing “A Little Bit of Good (in Everyone).”
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:
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.
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.
Two thousand thanks to all who helped me blog daily, including Michael who took over for two posts (here and here ) after my open heart surgery on September 21, 2016. Michael’s two posts had the most likes and the most comments in the last two thousand days, but who’s counting?
Actually, over the last two thousand days, I’ve asked “Who’s counting?” many, many times, and I think today is a great day to reveal the answer to that question.
Who’s counting? Me. I’m counting. And I’ve been counting on this blog and on all of you to help me learn, grow, and get through every day.
Let’s see if the latest photos on my iPhone are relevant for today.
They were taking off the roof of this house yesterday on the South Shore of Boston. Later that day, I saw and heard somebody in a Chicago subway station tap dancing to “Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof.” (A song that helped me get through pneumonia, as described in this April 18, 2016 post.)
pres·i·den·tial
ˌprezəˈden(t)SH(ə)l
adjective
relating to a president or presidency.
“the French presidential election”
having a bearing or demeanor befitting a president; dignified and confident.
“America wants a president who looks presidential”
Do you believe that America wants a president who looks presidential?
This president-elect of a group psychotherapy organization needs a presidential photo.
Which of those looks the most presidential to you?
Are any of the following photos (taken by a soon-to-be-president) dignified. confident, or otherwise presidential?
This month’s big presidential question IS where do we go from here?
This president-elect is going from here to Chicago today, for a gathering of other group psychotherapy presidents. Here is Chicago asking “Where Do We Go from Here?”
Presidential thanks to all who helped me create this presidential post and — of course! — to YOU.
Here are the details of my other photos from yesterday.
Nothing says fun like this video where it’s all in the details.
It’s all in all the details for comedian Todd Barry, whom my son saw Friday night.
I noticed that some of the details in Todd Barry’s routine are about Chicago. It’s all in the details when you travel and I’m traveling to Chicago with my son in two weekends.
I’m looking forward to all the details in your comments below.
It’s all in the details when you express gratitude, so thanks to everyone who helped me create today’s detailed post and — of course! — to YOU.
I find it remarkable that in this nineteen-hundred-and-sixty-three-day blogging journey, I’ve used the word “Journey” in only one other title — Day 1463: Sea Journey. It’s also remarkable to me that I’m writing “A Remarkable Journey” on day 1963, because 1963 has been the most remarkable year in my personal, remarkable journey.
On my remarkable journey yesterday, I saw the inspiration for today’s title.
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I did call 617-895-4085, pressed 103#, and learned about the remarkable journey of the remarkable bonsai trees at Boston’s Arnold Arboretum.
Learning about the Larz Anderson Bonsai Collection was only one part of my remarkable journey yesterday, when I walked 27,358 steps/12.95 miles, starting with a single step.
I got those remarkable macaroni-and-cheese socks in NYC last weekend. Notice that my remarkable journey of healing my torn rotator cuff continues at ATI physical therapy.
It’s truly remarkable to me that I took all my photos on my remarkable journey yesterday thinking that the name of today’s post would be “Fancy Colors.”
Next month, I will be taking a remarkable journey to Chicago with my son.
Any remark you make below will make this remarkable journey even more remarkable.
While every remarkable journey starts with a single step, every remarkable blogging journey here ends with gratitude. Thanks to all who help me with all my remarkable journeys, including YOU.
I will try to avoid and ignore distractions as I write this blog post on “Distractions.”
Actually, aren’t writing and also reading blog posts distractions themselves?
Last night, in a therapy group, people who were somewhat distracted focused on the topic of “Distractions.”
I wrote more, last night, about distractions, including compiling a distracting list of “bad” and “good” distractions. I’m not too distracted to remember that my list of good distractions included taking photographs.
Phones appeared on most people’s descriptions of distractions. I wrote that any “good” distraction can turn into a “bad”distraction if we can’t control it.
Music was also on my list of “good” distractions. When I walk to and from work, I distract myself by listening to music. This distracting music showed up yesterday:
Distractions can help relieve AND also add to anxiety. Sudden endings can be distractions, too.
Also, I tried to record the sounds and sights of the ocean last weekend and then was too distracted to share that brief clip. I hope this is a good distraction.
If you’re not too distracted, consider sharing your thoughts and feelings about distractions below.
Nothing can distract me from thanking all who help me write these distracting blog posts and — of course! — YOU.
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