Life moves fast and BLAM! and here we are. Today, at age 71, I am doing the first concert /live album taping of my original songs at the Lilypad in Cambridge. When I first decided to do this way back in October, I thought this day would be soooooo slooooow getting here, but life moves fast!
Life moves fast in my images for today.
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Maybe on Neighbor Day, I’ll see some neighbors at the Lilypad!
Here‘s what I find on YouTube when I search for “life moves fast.”
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Thanks to all who move through this fast life with me, including YOU!!
Using logic, I would say that I have already satisfied one third of the above criteria. Or is it two thirds?
Here and now, I’m trying to use logic regarding a scheduled medical procedure, my use of anticoagulants, and different conversations with medical professionals. Yesterday, logic seemed to recommend postponing the procedure; today, logic seems to suggest going ahead in a different way.
Logic tells me to leave out any more details about that at this point.
When we discuss the wide range of human coping strategies (from meditation to mountain climbing), my husband Michael often says, “Whatever gets you from A to B.”
That gets me to this: “Why only B? How about getting from A to Z?”
Whatever. That gets me to this definition from the Free Dictionary:
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Yesterday I got from A (our home on the South Shore of Boston) to B (Boston and the hospital where I work in person on Mondays), and then from B to A.
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Cats often get me from A to B to C, so happy International Cat Day!
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Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “whatever gets you from A to B.”
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Thanks to all who get me from A to B to C, etc., including my husband, our cats, the MBTA Ferry, my co-workers and patients, the Daily Bitch, John Lennon, and YOU!
Here and now, I’m watching the lunar eclipse through my window. As I watch the moon disappear, I know it will reappear again. I wish I felt that confident about eroding rights in the USA.
Later today, I’ll be watching people in remote therapy sessions and at my local polling place. In the evening, I’ll be watching the news after the polling places close. Depending upon the results, I might take a mental health break by watching Joan, who seems to spend a lot of time watching me.
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Here are other things I’ve been watching lately:
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I’m hoping that many Daily Bitches (like me) are voting in this election.
Here’s the first thing that shows up when I search YouTube for “what I’m watching.”
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I’m watching those I love with gratitude, including you.
Last night, I asked hundreds of people on Twitter, who have never met me, what I should watch.
Several people suggested that I watch other musical documentaries and other productions related to the Beatles. The suggestions included some of my favorite movies including A Hard Day’s Night, Help, This is Spinal Tap, and Stop Making Sense.
I loved this suggestion about what I should watch …
… and I loved this suggestion, too.
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Today’s images include other things I’ve been watching.
This morning, I asked Google the question, “Why do we care about celebrities?” I found several online answers as I read this article and this one, too. As I expected, the articles cited empathy, the need to connect, and an antidote to loneliness. Both mentioned positive and negative aspects of caring about celebrities.
Personally, I’ve noticed my caring about celebrities ever since I cried uncontrollably at my school locker when Bobby Kennedy was shot in 1968. In retrospect, I think that sobbing was
a collective response to all the assassinations in the 60’s,
empathy for his children (I remember that being my main thought at the time), and
a “safer” and more distanced way to feel my grief about some personal losses, including my many hospitalizations, operations, and unexamined traumas due to my heart problems.
Since then, I have deeply cared about other celebrities, including Gene Kelly, the Beatles, Davy Jones, Mel Brooks, Pat Metheny, Bonnie Raitt, Jackie Chan, Prince, Clay Aiken, Stephen Sondheim, and many more. I have theories about why I’ve cared about each one of those people, who are all musical, funny and/or underdogs and who somehow speak to something in me. For example, I “figured out” my obsession with Jackie Chan — who often creatively uses common props at hand as he fights off many people with his martial arts and acrobatic skills — when I realized that I had an image of myself grabbing an I.V. pole when I was a kid in the hospital and fighting off people there to escape from the pain I experienced. Also, more simply, Gene Kelly looks like my my father, whom I miss every day. And Clay Aiken, who was an underdog on American Idol, has a clear, soaring tenor voice, as did my dad.
I am also thinking about this question because my son Aaron, my husband Michael, and I finished watching “The Beatles: Get Back” last night, and I was noticing (1) how the Beatles are so familiar to me that they feel like friends or family and (2) I couldn’t look at John Lennon without thoughts and feelings about his murder in 1980.
Do you see caring about celebrities in my images for today?
Do you care about St. Nicholas and other celebrities?
Today’s blog is brought to you by my mind and by The Daily Bitch Calendar.
Yesterday, my mind tried to set Twitter on fire with flying thoughts about popular proverbs and other matters:
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My mind was very occupied facilitating two Coping and Healing therapy groups yesterday, so I hope you don’t mind that I have only three photos of the outdoors to share today.
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