Anne’s Diary (Page 10)

When we interviewed Uri Geller, it turned out that he had a gift for me. When I told him I had cancer, he gave me a suggestion: he said I should meditate every morning and visualize my brain healing. So, I started. How to go about this? I don’t know what the cancer might look like. I thought that I would visualize a healthy brain.

But that isn’t what came into my mind. Far from it, for some reason, a missing compact which I hadn’t seen in years was what floated into my mind’s eye. I figured, well, I tried for something big—healing—but I got something kind of silly instead.
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I’ll miss baseball, but I’m glad football season is finally here. For one thing, NFL players all have their last names on their jerseys, unlike the Yankees. The Yankees only have their numbers, so, unless it’s somebody like Derek Jeeter, you have to guess who’s who.

One thing that fascinates me about NFL is the signals the umpires use to communicate about fouls and so forth. Whitley says that I’m only interested in the tight pants, and I notice that in a huddle, some of those guys are pretty trim. But not all. There are some trucks rumbling around out there for sure.
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Football season has started, there’s a fat hummingbird on the feeder, and I am content, but it’s not just sports and bird life that are making me happy. It’s also because things are going surprisingly well. I mean, I haven’t died yet, and I consider that VERY surprisingly well! Another thing that hasn’t died is my interest in the world, and the little miracles that form the texture of my life still seem to happen almost every day.
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I’ve talked about green, I’ve talked about blue, now I’m going to talk about pink—Pepto-Bismol pink, which is soothing not just because it’s the color of a notably gentle medication. The color itself is soothing, so much so that it’s often found on the walls of mental hospitals.
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