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