I’m so OUTraged, I’m almost OUT of words abOUT the lOUTs in power in my cOUnTry. I ShOUT vote them OUT, in a blue rOUT!
Let’s see what else will OUT in this OUT post.
Here’s “I Think It’s Going to Work OUT Fine” by Ry Cooder:
I’ll be looking OUT for your comments, below.
I never leave OUT gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me get OUT this OUT post, including YOU.
Last week I wrote a blog post about how much I’ll be feeling blue if the USA does not turn blue this next election. Yesterday, I saw this at a supermarket in the very blue state of Massachusetts:
Under that “FEELING BLUE?” headline, it says “You’re not alone” — which is one of the major healing factors of group therapy.
Michael was feeling blue soon after I took that photo when he noticed a grocery bagger wearing a mask BELOW his nose. Conflict makes Michael feel blue, but he still asked that supermarket employee to pull his mask up properly. We both feel blue when we go to this supermarket, because we almost always notice employees with their noses hanging out. When we see these kinds of behaviors, we talk ourselves blue in the face trying to figure out what people are thinking and why mask wearing isn’t better enforced in SUPERMARKETS, for heaven’s sake.
Before that blue period, I took this photo at that supermarket yesterday because these rubber ducks looked like they were feeling blue, hanging in the frozen foods section in this netting.
I didn’t know until later that Michael was feeling blue enough to buy those ducks and set them free.
If you’re feeling blue, you might enjoy some of the other images I captured yesterday near the very blue city of Boston.
Harley has not been feeling blue lately. Have you?
Here’s “Feelin’ Blue” by Creedence Clearwater Revival …
… and “Feelin’ Blue” by Earth, Wind & Fire.
Whenever I’m feelin’ blue, gratitude helps, so thanks to all who are reading these daily pre-election posts, including YOU.
As I described last week in two blog posts (here and here), I’ve been working on reducing the power of a toxic person in my life by reimagining them as a less powerful entity — transforming them in my imagination from a dragon to a little yappy dog.
Yesterday, I discovered that it also helped to think of this person as an “odd duck” — an image that I reinforced by taking pictures of the various ducks I encountered during the day.
Using this online definition of “odd duck” ….
Noun
odd duck (plural odd ducks)(idiomatic) An unusual person, especially an individual with an idiosyncratic personality or peculiar behavioral characteristics.
Synonyms
odd fish, strange bird, weirdo; see also Thesaurus:strange person
… do you see any evidence of odd ducks in my other photos from yesterday?
Sting (whose birthday it was yesterday) does not have a song titled “Odd Duck”, but Björk does.
I’m wondering how many odd comments I’ll get about this “Odd Duck” post.
Duck! Here comes an odd number of thank you’s to all who helped me create today’s odd-numbered blog post, including YOU!
Yesterday, before people were out of my Wednesday morning therapy group, somebody said “I’m out of here” regarding a stressful, toxic family relationship.
I invited the group members to express thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here” using words, drawings, poetry, or interpretive dance. I then did an interpretive dance of “I’m out of here” by leaving the group room to get a drink of water.
What are your thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here”?
Let’s get yesterday’s photos out of my iPhone and into this post.
Those ducks are out of their usual element because Michael has been using a computer programming technique out of here called “Rubber Duck debugging.” He prefers to express his thoughts, while he programs, to the purple rubber duck out of Scotland (here). Why? Because it looks more interested than the Hearing Duck (which is out of here).
Here‘s Shania Twain singing “I’m Out of Here.”
I’m out of here, but not before I express thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
Yesterday, I saw my Best Friend Forever, Jeanette, who lives far away, but who was in town this weekend. (That’s another reason I was so lucky yesterday.)
Jeanette and I exchanged a lot of good news and swapped some recent lessons we’ve been learning, including the following:
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Thanks to Jeanette, Beyoncé, ghosts, ducks, and technology, and to you, also, for reading today.