Donna took me to dinner again: cheeseburgers, frenchfries, coffee and Stevie Nicks Live in Boston

After dinner we arrived at the concert an hour early to hear Ms. Nicks performing a sound check on stage, during which we heard her speaking voice and the beginning of Standback. We were priviledged to a live rehearsal version, which consisted mostly of her talking into the microphone in preparation. Donna asked, "Is she talking now?"
While Stevie Nicks was on stage, I watched Donna sing Dreams, Leather and Lace and Landslide. We had spent the hurricane together and when we woke up together at its onset, my thinking that the winds would increase, which they really didn't, it seemed that the storm was real, not just a tropical storm warning- in short, as a couple, we are improving on things that we accomplish together. Stevie Nicks announced on stage that we were lucky the flood didn't cancel the show. It was held in a section of Boston that Donna and I hadn't been to before as a couple, so to be honest, I told her that the bus ride through a concrete tunnel was just enough to make things seem new before her and I visit the ocean on Cape Ann next week.
Stevie Nicks ended the show with a ballad and The Edge of Seventeen, her improvising the line, "I know what it sounds like." I did, in a solitary way, happen rise from my chair to get on my feet and applaud when she announced the name Waddy Wattel.
Donna had said "I love you very much" as the show began. She had to go to the lavatory in between two songs, only to find out it was the beginning of Rhiannon, which too worked well. She said "Oh, I love this song." and I watched Stevie Nicks perform the beginning of the song while waiting for her and we briskly returned to our seats, directly, walking together and finding our seat despite that it was the first time both of us had been there together. During the concert it was easier for her to see in the seat that I had, so I stood in back of her with my arms around her.
The intellectual causes of Stevie Nicks: (do your own thing is one archaic perspective- apparently she gets into benefits for the USO) rather than the enviornment she postulated the song "Soldier's Angel", which Donna and I talked about after leaving the concert area, and mentioned that she doesn't know what a "dot org is". Not all of us over 45 dismiss the internet that readily, but think, she meets alot of people, which itself is valuable, to her and to us. Is her art essential and, is it important that we embrace the internet because we will only be here on earth for a limited, if not short, time? Probably. But her art- its value may be inestimable whether you see that immediately or not. Her voice was trademark: one or two long held notes every now and then that seemed ethereal. There was some visual art-light and color patterns and it included some gothic motifs. She was in black during most of the concert, while dancing freeform, wearing gloves I believe; she was dressed in white with images of doves as the concert was to conclude.
In regard to our marrying, we didn't say very much about it, other than that that morning she had ebulliently said that if she could get back to a weight of 124 she would be more than glad to marry me, and I had mentioned that there wasn't much time before the concert. At the concert, she mostly said that I was the cutest male at the show, her having it mentioned it three times, and yet there being little mention of us marrying. (Or that Stevie Nicks had just performed the ceremony at a love-in).
On stage, she said, "I was hit in the head by the microphone. I'm ok". I turned to Donna and said, "Did you hear that?"
Toward the end of the concert I felt a fondness for the performer, the word legend having come to mind. Mostly during The Edge of Seventeen. I stared directly toward her, thinking that her and I had not "laid eyes on each other before". Then she began to twirl and I felt a softer emotion for the singer that I have listened to for years.

Donna took me to breakfast: Symbol from the ninth floor

Symbol.

Donna took me to brunch again. She likes super cinnamon bagels and "treats" me to a french toast bagel with cream cheese and coffee.
Another night of passion and she said. "I'm honored" in reference to her bringing me to climax. She used the word saturated. She said that she had been trying to do that for eighty days. We make love on the ninth floor, but while we were working together she brought me to the 19th floor to see the view.
Another morning of our saying "Good morning" and "I love you" while waking up together. I told her that that was the difference between sex and making love; saying "I love you" the next morning. We discussed that the pigeons were copulating.
Because there's a storm predicted may I note that we have very romantic reservations to stay in Gloucester near where I used to ride bicycles in highschool by Magnolia.
Motif 1 shows a ocean horizon at sealevel; I'm hoping to also bring her to Hammond Castle. Allow it to be a symbol before the storm.

Scott Lord:Boston skyline from Donna's Cambridge terrace webcam video Ju...

Donna brought me to another movie.exceptional film

It being Sunday, Donna and I overslept and missed church again. The pastor did call me and promised to call her. She was grappling with thoughts about Christian marriage and the will of God and the minister was didn't have the time to call her so I left a message saying that he could seek his eternal reward when the river sytx was graced with his prescence whether it was to transform itself to ice or not. She was stressed out, but twelve years ago, before her and I met, I had a maxim about the matter: rather than saying, "What profit a man if he gains the world and loses his soul" I would use the quote to live in peace and apply it as, "What good is it if you gain turbulence in your relationship with the world and lose the art of making love with each other- try to care enough to alleviate suffering." My import was: just call the woman so there won't be any religious torment.
Another night of passion between Donna and I. We went to Boston Saturday and rather than her asking me if I wanted a French toast bagel, we went to window shop through thrift stores and consignment shops, where she bought me a button that reads, "Color in Modern Film". It looks like a student made it with a button maker. In highschool, one of the men had a button maker and he made me one with a photo of Albert Camus: at the time Donna was in college studying The Philosophy of Art.
One Day is an exeplary film and, although its more enjoyable than The Tree of Life and has more romantic plot and flashback twist, one can very easily view both films in the same afternoon.

Scott Lord :The Abyss (Urban Gad,Afgrunden, Denmark 1910)

I have long wanted to see this film. I have been revising the webpages that are online that i have written that chronicle the history of Scaninavian silent film. They are comprised of the history of Danish Silent film, Swedish Silent Film and Norwegian Silent Film.8w-

Bedtime Tonight: Magic- Boston wrote me today about Donna taking me to the concert.

Bedtime magic, a Boston radio station, continuous soft rock magic 106.7, wrote to me today about Donna taking me to the Stevie Nicks Concert.

I quote the entire letter:

Woo-Hoo! Stevie Nicks!

signed David Allen Bouche, the evening on air disc jockey. If he doesn't lock himself out of the studio again, I would like to provide a link. I didn't know that Woo preceded Hoo!

Bedtime Magic

Bedtime Tonight

Last night Donna took me took dinner again and I reluctantly varied for the more expensive item because of how frequently she has "treated" when we should be alternating who pays for dinner more often. I had a very nostalgic Big Mac, my being old enough to have been one of the first million people to have ordered one. She was beautiful waitng for their intercom to play the song "My Favorite Mistake", which I think is sexy and explained the Basil Rathbone scene where he says, "Not mistakes, Joe, variations." during Dressed to Kill. Music Boxes.
And what a fool I've been now that the world is apparently missing yet another Rembrandt; I think this one was entitled "The Judgement." Rembrandts that vanish.
Please visit any of the new Sherlock Holmes webpages that I put together while Donna was in the shower or putting on cosmetics.
Actually I became a little thoughtful while we were in bed and instead of holding myself up with my biceps and forearms, last night I lowered myself on to her softly,
putting my chest on top of hers while kissing her kneck. She said that she loved the intimacy.
She has maintained weight while we've been going together and mentions it as being 124 to 121. When we began our love affair I was lifting 210lbs with my abdomen and with my torso and pumping 185 on the vertical chest. I was curling 170.
I was pulling down 240. I still weigh 134lbs. But my new trick-mystery is that I use a weight barbell during my absence from the gym, so when she mentions her diet, I use the seen-on-television "rip shaker" that is designed to give you a six minute workout to "dynamiclly" become more ripped or cut, therefore, the cut I got from whey protien is now worked on by a "dynamic muscles builder toner". More like Bruce Lee than with the gym, but still it is work put on top of a year and a have on the Nautillus- therefore wish me luck and diligence on seeking a square (rocking hard) body. I might regain or improve with the "Shake-Weight" (available at pharmacies, Donna let me get it for my 49th birthday.)

Donna and I overslept,she took me to brunch- link to Diana Der-Hovanessian, poet

Donna wanted to go to church but we overslept, so we went for coffee. We also missed a Poetry on the Lawn reading with Diana Der-Hovanessian, so I would like to provide a link to the New England Poetry Club. We found out that we have been together for the last 75 nights in a row.

Scott Lord

Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert, Boston Common Swans,Basic Instinct 2

She's in bed watching the sequel to Basic Instinct, Basic Instinct 2,which, starring Sharron Stone, was filmed in England and again has a subplot with something buried in the past.
Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert. I told her today, "I love you for this." Last night I told her that she made me the happiest man in the world when I brought her home a bathmat, she intimated that we were already living together and that we would continue to later. I looked and it seems that I haven't written (blogged) about us for nearly a week, which will have to be ok. It will have to be ok. But for various reasons, I began speaking to her in a more soft spoken way this week, which I like. She did take me to lunch, a ham sandwich this week. I told her today I love you for this when she got the tickets, and that it was a large expense for her. We walked through the common and public gardens because she wanted to see about the swan boats and the two swans were there under the bridge.

Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna and I spent the weekend together again, which has been every weekend since the first of June. Friday I had to refill my transdermal nicotine patches. We did laundry and went shopping for her apartment. Saturday and Sunday she slept late. After having missed her church service, which is a study of the book of Mark and which is acceptable in that I am an agnostic love poet or studier of aesthetics, she took me to another movie. We went to see a comedy in a theater she seems to like that occasionally adds silent film to its program. Although she's reluctant to see a silent in that she hasn't seen that many of them and although she said she could see Jaws, which was playing with its sequel and was one of the first films to utilize The Steadycam, we went to a comedy that began with a topshot and reiterated the shot toward the end of the film with a combination topshot pullback shot.