Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Ann who was born with a very unusual heart. While her life was sometimes scary, she met many wonderful people who helped her grow up to appreciate the richness and beauty of every moment.
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Once upon a time, Ann searched and found this on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who have helped me once upon a time and now, including YOU!
Yesterday, when I was pondering the current state of the world, I asked this question on Twitter:
Many of the made-up words for the current state of the world evoked the f-syllable we use when we are in an angry and cursing state, although these didn’t:
Do you see the current state of the world in any of my images for today?
When I search YouTube for “the current state of the world,” I find this:
… which is well-stated.
Here is the animated short “Our Current State of the World” by Steve Cutts:
Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays wrote many tunes stating “world” in the title, including this one:
What are your thoughts and feelings about the current state of the world? You can state them in a comment, below.
Thanks to all who improve the current state of the world, including YOU.
“Better Days Ahead” is a Pat Metheny tune which I have heard many times during better days. Last night, during a Boston concert where we all wore masks and showed proof of being COVID-free, Pat performed “Better Days Ahead” with incredible keyboardist James Francies and fabulous drummer Joe Dyson.
In days ahead, that video might get deleted from YouTube, so I better include this version of “Better Days Ahead.”
Here’s a 1989 version of “Better Days Ahead” with the late, great keyboardist Lyle Mays.
Last night, I was fantasizing that Lyle Mays was present in the Wilbur Theater, even though he’s in a “better place.”
I hope there are better days ahead for all of us. In the meantime, which of my images for the day are better?
I assume there are better November National Days ahead, because I don’t drink Cappuccino or Harvey Wallbangers.
There are better days ahead next week for my son Aaron and me, because we are taking a trip together to New York City.
What are your thoughts and feeling on better days ahead?
Gratitude makes all my days better, so thanks to all who follow this blog, including YOU.
Yesterday, I noticed there was a problem with the numbering of my posts, so I went back in time and discovered my mistake.
Do you see the problem with the number there? My numerical dyslexia caused me to write “2184” instead of “2148” for the “Don’t miss the drama” post. My excuse for that mistake is that I wrote that post soon after being driven in a terrible snowstorm to NYC for a group therapy conference two years ago.
No matter what the excuse, I knew it would take many hours to correct all the subsequent numbers, but I got right down to it.
Since then, I’ve renumbered all of the posts correctly, and found a bunch of unanswered comments on the way. This is why I am so late posting my correctly numbered post today.
Let’s see what number of other images I have to share with you today.
It took a lot of thinking to fix this blog numerically, but now it’s done!
Let’s celebrate with a favorite number number.
Believe it or not, this is the first time that I have heard that version of that number — “Hard Eights” by Lyle Mays.
I hope you know that I number you among the wonderful people who help me create this daily blog, so uncountable and innumerable thanks to you !
Yesterday, when I was trying to remain sane amidst insanity in the USA, I took this photo:
I think the world liked us better when we were sane.
What’s helping you stay sane during these insane times? Personally, I’m blogging, taking photos, walking around with my Sharpie looking for sanity, and listening to music.
I’m also staying sane by enjoying Michael’s delicious cooking, like swordfish on a roasted red pepper purée with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables.
Let’s try to stay sane together by listening to yesterday’s pictured playlist (here, here, here, here, and here on YouTube).
Now I’m imagining the supporters of our insane President singing “Button off My Shirt.”
BUTTON OFF MY SHIRT
I heard the word going ’round town
They say you’re making a fool out of me
Baby, it took me some time to come ’round
To realize you were not what you seem
Each day passing
The clock is my friend
Help me get back on my feet again
Like a button off of my shirt
Just an everyday distraction
You’d be over-reacting if you think that I still hurt
You’re just a button off of my shirt
And someday I will replace you
I don’t care what I have lost
You got what you deserve
I was down, down, down
I’m not the first
I won’t be the last
To make the mistake of believing in you
I don’t intend to live in the past
Just like they say
Some you win, some you lose
You never loved me and you made it plain
Now it’s my turn and I’m playing your game
Like a button off of my shirt
Just an everyday distraction
You’d be over-reacting if you think that I still hurt
You’re just a button off of my shirt
And some day I will replace you
I don’t care what I have lost
You got what you deserve
(Love and affection)
You started (changing directions)
You threw it away
You never loved me and you made it plain
Now it’s my turn to make you understand
Like a button off of my shirt
Just an everyday distraction
You’d be over-reacting if you think that I still hurt
You’re just a button off of my shirt
And someday I will replace you
I don’t care what I have lost
You got what you deserved
Like the button off of my shirt
Just an everyday distraction
You’d be over-reacting if you think that I still hurt
You’re just a button off of my shirt
And someday I will replace you
I don’t care what I have lost
You got what you deserved
Like a button off of my shirt
Just an everyday distraction
You’d be over-reacting if you think that I still hurt
You’re just a button off of my shirt
And someday I will replace you.
Your irreplaceable comments also keep me sane and so does expressing gratitude to all who help me blog daily, including YOU!
It’s for you that I write these blog posts. But it’s also for me. As I encounter so many ups and downs in life, blogging every morning strengthens me for the day ahead.
It’s for you that I share today’s music, by Pat Metheny and the late Lyle Mays.
At the same time, sharing “It’s For You” from As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls is for me.
It’s for you that I’m trying out a new, unfamiliar-to-me editor as I blog today. But it’s also for me (to increase my confidence about using new technology as I prepare to host my 50th high school reunion on Zoom).
It’s for you that I captured all these images, but it’s also for me.
It’s for you and for me that I realize that “It’s for you” would make a good caption for this:
It’s for you that I have a comments section but it’s also for me.
It’s for you and for me that I collect images of gratitude to end these posts.
I’m grateful that writing this post with the new editor was much easier than I expected! This reminds me of the helpful cognition I’m working on in EMDR therapy:
I can trust myself, which allows me to figure out who else to trust.
Thanks to Pat, Lyle, Harley, Michael (for the burritos), the South Shore of Boston, our neighborhood church, our neighbors, snowy and not-so-snowy egrets, WordPress, and YOU.
Here’s what is approaching, for me:
Harley hasn’t been as skittish, lately, when I’ve been approaching.
What’s been approaching, for you?
Every day, I encourage myself and others to be approaching what feels left unsaid, so we can be approaching a good enough sense of closure. Why? Because we never know when our last day is approaching.
Today’s music selection — “Something Left Unsaid” by the late, great Lyle Mays — is approaching.
I look forward to any and all comments that might be approaching.
Can you guess what’s approaching, here and now?
For years, my excuse for not writing more was that I did not like doing things alone. Writing, I was not alone in realizing, is what most people do alone, and I thought I would only enjoy writing if I collaborated with other people.
However, for seven-and-a-half years (which I, alone, am counting), I have been writing this daily blog alone. Actually the lone exception to that is when my then-boyfriend, now-husband Michael wrote two blog posts alone when I was having open heart surgery four years ago (here and here). In the past, when I had heart-related surgery I felt very alone, but that time I did not feel alone at all.
Which leads me to why writing this blog alone comes easily to me: it’s because I don’t feel alone while writing these daily posts. How could I feel alone when I know that all of you are out there?
If you see the theme of alone in these images from yesterday, you are not alone.
That’s my only son, Aaron, waving hello yesterday to my beloved friend Marcia in California who, like the rest of us, sometimes feels alone. That photo reminds me of the one I alone took exactly two years ago when I got off the plane in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Aaron alone knows how much I dislike having my name misspelled and I loved how he and his friend Camilla greeted me there. I hope I am not alone in appreciating Aaron’s sense of humor.
By the way, I am worried about the U.S. Presidential election in November amidst the pandemic and troubling developments with the U.S. Postal Service, and I know I am not alone in that.
Here is “We Are All Alone” by the late Lyle Mays, which I was listening to yesterday as I was taking my walk alone.
If you leave a comment below, I doubt you will be alone.
I alone know how grateful I am to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.
Today’s Daily Bitch Calendar relates to big hikes:
I am hearing from many people, through my Coping and Healing groups, that food choices and walks are very important these days.
Here are some photos from yesterday’s big hike:
Thanks to Michael for that big meal (with monkfish, vegetables, and noodles) after my big hike.
It was hot here yesterday, so here‘s “Heat of the Day” by Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays:
No matter where I’m hiking, I’m always feeling big gratitude:
Hello, dear hearts,
How many hearts can you find in this post?
