Bostonia: After dinner, Donna and I walked Commonwealth Ave.

During all these years I had never really been to Boston University Central ( was reading George Plimpton before we began dating) , so after dinner Donna and I walked the length of B.U., our going for coffee in the middle. We hadn't planned it. At the College of Communications she said that she liked it and would have liked to have attended.
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Donna took me to another movie-I brought her a rose

I brought Donna back a single rose- primarily because we made love. Secondly, we made hotel reservations for the beach- we were there last September and decided to return. It is almost too long to wait for a vacation, but it gives me plenty of time to read things that could possibly have anything to do with where we'll be and what we'll be doing. To begin the first-weekend-waiting-for-the-long-weekend, Donna wanted to see a film; I said it would be a good way to look forward to the romantic weekend.
I liked the film as a film; there is a shot-reverse-shot series that begins the credit sequence that seems obvious, but by the end of the film I thought that there hadn't been a top-shot. Minutes after I realized it a well-placed top-shot of the actress was included near the conclusion of the film. The lighting in the film was more than passable for a romantic comedy. While walking back I mention that this was one of the better romantic comedies where there is some thinking, or thoughts with feelings; I prefer it to some of this years' films. I mentioned that the films with Cameron Diaz and Jennifer Anniston are based on the actresses being comedic; whether its fair or not, or accurate or not, I literally said something to the effect  that it was 'Diaz and Anniston on screen shaking around', meaning that they've developed themselves on screen as attractions and part of the film may be centered on their being comedic in a recognizable or individualized way- the humor based on the star. But....I would think there is more to scriptwriting.
Donna recently styled her hair shorter- its pretty. "I cut it with bangs and layered it", she said, staring over my shoulder as I blogged.
So its a new look, actually with several new dresses for the summer that are in fact suprisingly sexy (nice) and later a return to the beach to make the summer nights in some way newer, or more intimate.

Antiquarian Guide through Mount Auburn: Donna asked to pray

Guide through Mount Auburn

This is exactly where we we today-please read the next entry for what the conversation was. She asked if she could see if the church was open so that she could kneel at the alter, but there was a private service. 

Mount Auburn Cemetery: Donna and I at Consecratation Dell-Longfellow House

Mount Auburn Cemetery

We had the idea to visit Mount Auburn again and I thought we would beeline to the grave of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Instead Donna wanted to go inside the chapel to pray. In essence, there is a small wishing well right before reaching it and graves that have statues of angels that date between 1831-1899. Reaching the chapel it was the second time the church had a private service in progress, but there is a statue of a Sphinx right there to from which to begin exploring, so we just took the winding roads. There are more Celtic crosses-with-circles-on-them there than I had first guessed; I should think the Celtic cross is a peace sign. None of the graves are ancient by Boston standard but they are Victorian ornate. There wasn't a sound- untill you stopped to listen to the birds. Not a sound. Of interest, there's a life size statue once you get far enough inside- it dates from 1860 and it turned out to be a Universalist minister. There were more crypts, so I decided to go further in between trees and off of the main paths onto foot paths. There is a secluded spot that is essentially woods if you look for ways to get off the road and onto more bridle path.
Consecration Dell is the most romantic spot in Cambridge, but the pond seems to dry up during the summer. We we visited by a chipmunk. The conversation was actually whether it would be an ideal place to make love.
Again, I wasn't looking specificlly, but I was apparently within yards of the graves of painter Winslow Homer and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. We just followed the meandering roads until it seemed like the right direction and found a rabbit.
  But better yet, after Donna and I had lunch (for my memory's sake let me duly note: Roastbeef and Tuna-melt), we decided to walk the rest of the way to Harvard Square. It really is a shorter walk than while visiting the cemetary. Longfellow Park has a wild bust of Longellow with a frieze in back of it featuring Evangeline, The Village Blacksmith, Miles Standish and Hiawatha. The grounds to the Longfellow House are open untill dusk, and although the visitor's center was closed, there is a flower garden attached to the "National Park-Musuem". In effect the flower you would remember would be gladiolas, but the flower garden was a surprise to Donna after walking through all the shaded green foliage of the cemetary.
There is a pergola- Donna asked if it was a gazebo. The actual house dates back to 1759-Longfellow built additions in 1844. We were escorted to the garden: another rabbit during the same afternoon.

Scott and Donna (playlist): Donna asked if I had blogged about the last time we made love

Oddly, Donna asked if I had blogged about the last time we made love and she is more than right, because it was one of our most intimate times, I had not. What I have been doing is taking notes for my novel and possibly some poetry. So the intensity was to where I would want to leave it as art, or creativity, or poetical.
The last entry was my film of her that I made the night of the fourth and my answer was that I wanted everything left quiet and beautiful. This is the play list, in which I have last year's film of the Boston skyline on the fourth of July together with ("spliced?") this years.
It's cute that she's a little "foggy", ie feminine soft, about my giving the words I've used in bed to a fictional character- they were at the height of my physical attraction, "This I know how to do." and now to include that I have to explain passion and desire during a paragraph-I wasn't hurrying to leave my notes here. But she's right that I didn't date any of my notes because they were headed strait to my novel. The character obviously will not be a postition to measure his words carefully or slowly.
She said something cute during the time in between about the male anatomy that I was hoping to reword for a fictional female character and she also did something cool; we both knew that we were going downstairs and she couldn't get out "Would you mind carrying this", this being her bag, but said "Would you marry me." I gathered she had necessarily been thinking about the last time we made love and that we hadn't really discussed it enough in any direct way.

Scott Lord and Girlfriend: Boston skyline from Donna's terrace,Webcam vi...

This is the second year during which Donna and I watched the night from the ninth floor of her apartment overlooking the Boston skyline and Charles River from Cambridge. Actually, I was her guest last year, but have been here every night since and we now live together.
It was filmed from my Dell mini laptop while handheld, but I like the light in the shot as contrasted from last year. I began raining during the display and in regard to art- I was hoping for her outline.

Scott Lord Silent Film