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April 26, 2005

Clouds

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April 25, 2005

Sunday afternoon

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April 24, 2005

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April 23, 2005

Hair

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Language

He says he can't get his hair cut without warning certain girls in advance—they need time to "mentally prepare."

It's too straight to sustain the Beggar's Banquet-era rooster-do his cohort favors. Last cut, one girl told him he looked like a nine-year-old. He accepted the judgment with surprising equanimity.

The thing about a twelve-year-old is that he will confuse words like 'masochist' and 'masticate,' and then as soon as you try to explain the distinction he's off on a mastication/masturbation riff and next he's trying to convince you that 'weenis' actually means elbow (his cousin told him that, and he believes it).

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April 22, 2005

Drawers

I love the way the sun streaming through the windows of a yellow room leaves a violet corona on this drab green file cabinet.

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April 21, 2005

In bloom

What a difference a week makes this time of year.

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April 20, 2005

Now blooming

Zooey is moving. Zooey lives next door and will proudly announce to anyone willing to pay sufficient attention that she is four-and-a-half and her birthday is Bastille Day. By Bastille Day, she and her pink bicycle will be in her new home in another state. There was a landscaping crew next door until dusk, so I suppose they are getting the house ready for an open house. Time to rake the backyard.

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April 19, 2005

Spring

Forest park near the lily ponds.

Only Suzanne could make a red lace peignoir work as outwear. I got to see her sing last weekend for the first time in so many years I can't say, and it makes me happy every time I think about it.

Our friends have had a band, actually a succession of bands, since just after college. Though it started off coed, Suzanne got mom-guilt when kids came along, the other Sue moved away, and the basement studio came to be known as the 'man cave.' The kids are older now.

The occasion was a friend's birthday party, held in a robber-baron mansion on Commonwealth Ave. across from the Boston Public Gardens, the kind of party where the vibe is casual but silent young men in bow ties refill your glass of French Bordeaux while you aren't looking. The band played in the ballroom under a skylight full of stars. It was heaven.

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