A bagel and cream cheese waiting for Donna at Holyoke Gate."I don't know what to say.I'm disappointed that you didn't call me after work."

Last night I thinking of going to the gym and resuming some type of lifting program, when Donna changed our plans for lunch today. In bed I just said, "It caught up with me.", meaning the entire scene. The night before I asked her about making love and when she explained how she felt I said, then that was my best to date. Whether it was or not I had added some lengthy foreplay that may have been more than sensitive enough to make it conducive later to a deeper intimacy. Today I called and said, "I don't know what to say." She may have been uptight about her schedule and I just added, "You can call me anytime. Then I'm disappointed that you didn't call me right after work."
    If I did happen to see my ex-wife walking in the cold while I was riding the bus, I'm going to try everything to keep that from Donna, even if it amounts in some double standard about men and their emotions. My memory of the ex-wife only comes back in spurts and last night they were slightly heavier and Donna has no idea what might inadvertantly on her part might all of a sudden jog my memory (peanuts-elephants? could be anything really),  but being reticient , if not taciturn, is the only need. It looked like I rode by her on a bus while she was walking in Donna's direction, so Hari Krisna, Nami ho rengay kyo: God Love You and Blessed Be- i don't need your life story just beacause we're are no longer married.
    I'm picking up Donna after an appointment; I went to Harvard Square to buy Norwegian Shag. I asked someone from the University why we play Holy Cross if we are Ivy League, but told him that I could easily just get a ticket to a game and enjoy it without a question if I just show up. I then went to one her favorite coffee shops, and when I asked for credit, telling the store person that I was waiting for my girlfriend and plans had left me down here without money, he offered to add a bagle and cheese. I owe him the later patronage, if not for a coffee and bagel. I was honestly short. If your my reader, it could be any coffee shop near Holyoke Gate and The Porcelain Club, it just happens to be one that Donna and I go to.

Scott Lord

ps. Embed my video if you'd like, I sincerely need to accelerate my study and or enjoyment of literature. What you read during a love affair is a significance: I'm presently in the middle of The Moon and Sixpence.

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Scott Lord

Why are there Mormons at the grave of Marry Baker Eddy? Donna and I want out of the evangelical movement.

There actually weren't any Mormons there while we were visiting, but I was trying to locate the grave of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and was a half a football field off. But I'm sure they were there and might be there now.
Donna and I are looking for a new, hopefully more traditional church. Feel free to invite us.
I want her out of the Evangelical, which she has attended with me in a converted Baptist. Problem- she wants to go because of an interest in the Bible and a desire to sing hymns. She had asked for pastoral counseling and was only given it very begrudgingly, and when it came they "laid a you're not a good Christian trip on her." So we made it to Sunday and, as an agnostic, I can only say that God is only benevolent and if not benevolent, there is no God and if so, benevolence is a good crazy idea to borrow and the Universe can be benevolent for all I care.
    Having asked you to think upon that, and its only marginal that I include that if God is Silent then is the Universe meditative and contemplative, what does the Universe take its time to impart, I'm sure its ok for agnostic writers to sleep with and have premartial sex with church going Christians, provide they hold an individuality that surfaces as freedom of worship. If it means something to the other person, it automaticlly can become part of the relationship. We would be honored to attend your church. She feels a belief and or relationship to God and I happen to be reading The Moon and Sixpence by W. S. Maugham at the moment and at this particular juncture in life and agnostic journey of footprints that disappear in the sand after they've carried you to where there is only water for miles. My older blog entries might contain explanations of intellectual things and romantic events that led up to this if you were curious or interested.

Add this to my new novel, I later need a chance to type it in, splice paragraphs together and revise:

"That's beautiful."
"Tragedy is."
"I don't know about that."
"I won't tell a soul."

and/or add a comment that gives me a link to your writing

Scott Lord
   

Donna had the nicest idea: a walk through Mount Auburn Cemetery

Cambridge, Massachusetts

    Donna again took me to lunch and dinner. I hadn't had a hot pastrami sandwich in 25 years, but this one was grilled with cheese. I told her at the Fisherman's Statue in Gloucester that it was "one of my beautiful places on earth" and for that reason I wanted to bring her. Mount Auburn is another. Yesterday we discovered a Halcyon Lake while looking at the statues. It was warm in the morning, but she had dressed for autumn, so it was similar to our ending the summer in Rockport in its being a beginning of Autumn. The foliage has only begun to change color and it isn't yet too cold to walk in the afternoon.
Mount Auburn describes itself as "a rare natural oasis-open to all-for serenity, solace and inspiration. Story Chapel is near the entrance, which we found to be ornate with its stained glass.
I was in the middle of reading The Moon and Sixpence and didn't have a particular poem I was looking at and the cemetery itself is far from being one of the oldest in Boston or Cambridge. In any event, W. S. Maugham writes, "Art is a manifestation of emotion." and describes the relation of the protagonist to another character by using the expression, "We took a fancy one another." and I'm waiting for the narrator to interact further with a female character in the novel. In the cemetery are Longfellow, Holmes, Lowell, and, among others, Winslow Homer.

Scott Lord