Say 6/21 


think this is the first day of summer. No wind on the porch so I can play around with paper and not worry bout art flying up and away. 


Texts that read do you miss me … send a pic … tbd …


The hubba hubba husband is out this morning enjoying the soft sounding nature and fishing for bluefish and watching one of his kids cavort in the suds.  he’s in a speedo - dad not the kid -and he’s looking more than a little speedo worthy. 


Amanda came in on the ferry last night at eleven, hundreds of boys got off lots of water taxis from the Pines - on there way to the Ice Palace to attend an underwear party. for the love of god I say! I pass the restaurant and Rachel from the Barbie house is singing Amy Winehouse. earlier yesterday she found a bejeweled microphone along the walkway waiting for some favored party to party with it. 


I still have this still feeling moving slowly through me. Paul Simons great lyric … feeling the powerful pulsing  of love in the vein. 


I just now spotted Jonis dragonfly on a tomb in the bushes. A big one.


A and I taxi to the Pines to look at an open house - a Horace Gifford house ... not that big, gorgeous pool - a kitchen the opposite to die for. a blond not young neighbor with great teeth wanting us to visit - and we're not sure why. but rows and flows of gorge boys/men/bodies. fun candyland kinda hour. taxied back - modge podged latest piece, gave the cute dads the sunography for their kids and now - on the bed feeling the sun inside my face, face to face with either a nap or da beach.

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  1. AnonymousJune 21, 2025 at 1:01 PM

    Read the review of paul simons concert at the Beacon. He did great. for an 83 year old.

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  2. Paul GrahamJune 21, 2025 at 7:36 PM

    did. agree.

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