Donna took me to another movie, our one year anniversary nears

I just looked over to her and asked, "Do you want the coil in the bed included" and she answered, "Yes, just when we were..." I'm not quite sure it isn't too intimate, I really wasn't serious about writing that we were thinking of buying a new bed and that we didn't know how urgent the need was until while making love. Our anniversary is nearing and we happened to go to Boston- we agreed that we should go for a walk after the film, but it turned out that on her suggestion we walked along the Charles River, which put us in the middle of the subway stations. We decided it was a nice night and walked the entire way from Tremont Street to the apartment in Cambridge. She liked the rotundra near the top of the Common and from there we just continued.
During the year, maybe its been that most screenplays that are now in theaters can begin ideas about what can be included in a novel, so I tend to make sure that if she does want to see it, we not only go, but I look at it objectively. Tonight my thought was:
Changing the light during the shot as opposed to changing the light during the scene or sequence, therefore the angle of the light upon the subject. From there, the amount of movement of the subject, while the light is changing during the shot.

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The hawk is still in the parking lot; this afternoon it was perched in profile so that the white part of its chest stood out..

The complete poetical works-update Saturday morning with Donna

The complete poetical works of Robert Burns:

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Please accept the above link as a gift- from me. Donna had a classroom meeting this morning, and generally, we walk through downtown Boston the same way, passed her new church. Becuase of the change in weather, while we were holding hands I decided to just take any downtown side street, and most lead back to the subway. I had forgotten that there is a statue of the Scottish poet Robert Burns tucked out of the way near the  financial district. Which was, if nothing else something to bring conversation. We often pass the house of Henry Wadsworth Longefellow. I explained to her that I when  collected  poetry in highschool, they were mostly copies published by Houghton Mifflin and Riverside Press, which makes them over seventy five years old at the time and they would inordinately,now all be antique. There was also Ticknor and Fields. Some of my exceptions were Byron, Tennyson and Burns, the copies of their work being older and from different publishers, probably from before 1863.

While surfing tonight I found the Houghton Mifflin copy that I never had, which is not as old as my copy.

The conversation was mostly that it is odd that their is a statue of Robert Burns in the middle of Boston, as he was from Europe and may never had visited North America. I also found the work of Thomas Carlyle and was reminded how literary that he was, if anyone needs a fresh subject  to add to surfing the internet; if not please enjoy this volume of poetry.

We did in fact walk past some of our modern poets while we were out today, but I didn't recognize anyone that would say hello to me and we, as a couple, haven't attended any poetry reading in the Boston area- I haven't been writing any. Its a novel right now if anything.

Downtown Boston-Donna's classroom, "This might be important, but I said, 'Will you marry me.'

In the middle of downtown Boston, early this morning, which is a Saturday, I walked back into the classroom Donna was in after having dropped her off and said, "This might be important, but I said, 'Will You Marry Me'. Then for I coffee and to type on the internet.

Steady, Darling, Steady. (The Yellow Diamond beneath a pillow)

Donna added this film while she was shopping; something to watch while she's at the doctor's. I just finsihed watching- its one of my best.

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A seagull on a streetlight at the Stevie Nicks Concert, A hawk in Rainbow Parkinglot.

Donna and I have kissed again; honestly she wasn't feeling well. When we went to the Stevie Nicks concert, before going to Gloucester and Rockport, there had been a seagull on one of the streetlights that she noticed. During a sound check we began a conversation about it, however romantic. There is now a Hawk living in the parking lot across the street. It too will perch on top of the street lights, apparently while feeding. It is in fact a large, beautiful bird. The parking lot can be notable for its Rainbows, depending on the season, and it has a way with the sunset; but it was where we had our first date before living together, which happened to be almost a year ago (eleven and a half months) during the middle of a thunder storm ( we needed a cab to cross the street and parking lot). I informally moved in after Rockport, during which we had rain I don't quite remember there being lots of seagulls. Illustrations from the end of the late nineteenth century:

By the way, I was bringing her breakfast in bed. I'm not sure what type of hawk, it may be; apprently from the old volume that i found this morning, there are many. Update in Postscript: I've been "reading at the computer" while Donna let breakfast in bed elongate. She had something on the Hallmark Channel that she was interested in and waited in a robe. When she got up to watch the movie, she looked out the window to notice fireworks over Boston Harbor. From the ninth floor, which is approximately either the same height or a little higher than our hawk's nest across the way, they were actually fairly sizeable and included bursts of green Scott Lord Scott Lord

Chapter One: Untitled - Scott Lord in love new novel

Please visit the new revision of my novel at the below link. I had been writing a novel when Donna and I began seeing each other and I haven't written any more of it yet but have been blogging rather while waiting for a first paragraph.
     What happenned was, we took a shower, (which is the room where I had first proposed, or brought the idea of it up), went to get the mail and found out that we I would be formally moving in, after our vitually living together for months, if not ten months, and we then had a pizza to celebrate. The scene lends itself to a first chapter. The flashback material can be in the form of reminiscent conversation, eg. "Remember the poinsettia we had at Christmas? Did you want it as much as the roses?"

I also this week replaced our poinsettia with a philodendrom.

Chapter One: Untitled - Scott Lord in love new novel:

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