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It was meant not as irony but as a call for positivity. It was part of my gratitude practice.
If everything was all the best, it would be too easy to be grateful.









Wood-frame houses in and near my neighborhood.




Drums are a mystery.
Well, a greater mystery since any musical instrument is beyond my abilities.
Drums were my rumination as I attended the concert by an ensemble the Anderson Twins gathered at Symphony Space. [Mari S Gold will review shortly.]
The drums take the percussive lead, of course, but they whisper subtly when coaxed by a brush.
There is so much less bravado in their rhythms when the drums are brushed rather than beaten.







What do you do to be involved in the community?
Do you really believe in a humble brag? Really?

When my friend J told me she was placing all her “live food” [her vivid description] in one of these bins, I issued a grump. She, btw, was not bragging.
On her podcast activist-actress Julia Louis-Dreyfus had been acclaiming the merits of a home food compactor for a while.
Another grump from me. Too much earth-friendly virtue, I grumbled.
The compost pails are law in NYC now. They put up big centralized bins on the corners a few months ago.
Next, they required your landlord to make these accessible for us all.
You can hear my complaint over this new task as I carry my bag up the block.
Just a humble brag.

















Timothy Snyder has written On Tyranny and On Freedom.
I might say that we as a nation were asked to choose and oh boy!
You can find Timothy Snyder on Substack. Very uplifting and positive, although unfortunately much needed.