Because of my dedication to my high school class of 1970 — and to planning a 45th reunion for September — I found this junior high school program from 1967:
And that got me thinking about dedication. For me, “dedication” evokes
- My 17-year-old son, Aaron
- My boyfriend Michael
- My sister Ellen
- My work, as a psychotherapist
- My friends
- My daily blog
- My doctors
- Machines
Machines? Doesn’t that seem like a strange dedication, compared to the others in that list?
Perhaps not, because for most of my life, I’ve relied on dedicated machines (especially cardiac pacemakers) to keep me happy and healthy.
Also, my mind is more dedicated to machines, in the moment, because our dedicated central air conditioning on the top floor of our apartment stopped working yesterday, during 90+ degree weather.
As dedicated as I am to my readers who use the metric system, I think all my dedicated readers know that 90+ degree weather could really use a dedicated air conditioner, on every floor.
If this post seems more rambling than other ones you’ve dedicated your precious time to reading, remember that today I have an excellent, dedicated excuse.
As I promised my dedicated readers yesterday, here’s another machine that kept me happy on Saturday:
Those two pictures were taken by my dedicated boyfriend, Michael.
Speaking of dedication, my friend Deb — whom I met in Junior High School — spent dedicated time with me yesterday, in a part of Boston dedicating space during summer Sundays to a big outdoor market.
Here are some images I showed dedication in capturing, yesterday, during my time with my dedicated friend Deb:
The last seven shots are dedicated to showing Deb’s backyard, including her dedicated garden, plus a beautiful glass piece she made in a dedicated kiln AND the metal holder she created during a “welding weekend.”
If that isn’t dedication, what is?
I have lots more I could write about dedication, but I need to update this dedication post, pronto. Why? Because this dedication post was prematurely published due to the dedication and the paws of this dedicated, omnipresent creature:
But first, here‘s a dedication song for you all:
Dedicated thanks to everyone who helped me publish this post (including Oscar) and dedicated thanks to you, for your dedication in reading it.