Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Saturday: neighborhood cat Minnie at her perch on the porch of the Nunnery. She was there all weekend, except when she got her ass in gear to go lie down in the flowerpot. Must be tough.


A flower at the famous Carroll Street Cafe with iced espresso in the foreground. Plus our headless waitress.



Clifton road, with the Nunnery down on the left.


The park:

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Called and sent flowers to my dear mother on Mother's Day.

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We saw the new Star Trek last night. This is a little known fact, but I lived in a house with Gene Roddenberry's son back at Hampshire for like a year. We were living together when they sent some of his father's ashes up in the Space Shuttle. But we never talked about it. And we never talked about Star Trek, not once. In fact we hardly didn't speak at all, about anything, not that I remember. The new movie was pretty entertaining though.

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Listening now to Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye by Leonard Cohen.

I love you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your head on the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Simple and true.