Wow, another great morning around here.

It was 47 degrees Fahrenheit when I woke up this morning. So the house was basically all closed up last night, and Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors slept out in the barn and showed up late for breakfast! (6:45AM)

It absolutely does not feel like late August. Usually, late August is the hottest part of the summer. But I didn’t mind. It was a beautiful morning, regardless.

Today is the anniversary of the death of Greg, the boy I loved almost more than life itself.

51 years gone now.

I was planning to go out to the cemetery tomorrow, but now plumbers are coming to do some work on my hot water tank, and there’s a 4-hour window that I have to wait here for them. So I’m not sure when I’ll get out to the cemetery. I guess we’ll see. That trip to the cemetery is always dicey for me. 51 years is a long time, and each year, obviously, his death gets farther away– and it keeps a part of me — the 14-year-old part of me — stopped in time.

This morning, it occurred to me that I am now officially an old lady missing a young boy…

Anyway. Here are the same 2 photos I always post, year after year, because they are the only 2 photos I have left of Greg. They are from old Junior High School year books– 1973 and 1974.

RIP, baby. I love you.

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Okay.

Here are some cool photos of Keith and various other Stones in 1970, enroute to Hamburg, Germany, and onstage there. I’ve not seen these photos before.. I just love them!

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Yesterday was a great day!

I was able to go out and take a walk and the sky was just so beautiful. So blue, with those puffy white clouds. And the corn is so tall around here and just so green. It was incredible.

I also got a lot done on The Curse of Our Profound Disorder. So that made me really happy. I think I have maybe about 7K words left to write and the novel will be finished.

I’m at that point in the process where I have no clue what is coming next. I wait for the words to come out of me and then I find out!

Then I did yoga, and another lesson in that new course I’m taking about the Reformation in Europe in the late-15th to mid-16th Centuries.

It was just a really great day.

Currently, on Metrograph, I’m watching a film from 1993, “Fear of a Black Hat.” It’s very funny — but in a dark and very clever way.

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Even though I have back-to-back shifts again today, it should still be an easy day: My favorite 95-year-old Japanese man, and then my favorite retired Chaplain who is back from Florida.

And I’ll have time for a quick lunch between shifts, so I’m gonna go here — the Subway I used to go to when my adorable client, Molly, was still alive!

I’m eager to see if my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man remembers his birthday on Sunday. Not only did he have local visitors, but his nephew from NY, whom he hadn’t seen in years, came to visit him yesterday.

Plus, he also got to see photos that some freinds had taken on a recent visit to Tokyo. My client’s boyhood home is actually a museum now, and his freinds took pictures of it!! His dad designed the house and a local, well-known architect built it. It is a classic Japanese-style home, built in 1934.

I’ve seen many old photos of the house from back during the war years, when my client and his family lived there (often with Military officers occupying it during the war ). I’m hoping that maybe his freinds have given him copies of their photos — of how the house looks now as a museum!!

If you happen to go to Tokyo, the address for the home is 4-7-6 Kinuta, Setagaya-ku, Tokyo. 

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And here’s this!!!

As we wait for the 2 sold-out shows in Baden-Baden, Germany, next week!

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And on that note!

I seriously gotta scoot because I’m gonna be late!!!

Enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this.

A huge Top 40 hit from 1972, by Beverly Bremers.

For Greg.

“Don’t Say You Don’t Remember.” Enjoy, gang.

"Don't Say You Don't Remember"

We wrote on the corner of the table:
"This is the only one that will last.
For you, for me, for always,
Forever was meant for us", but for us it went by too fast.

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?

When we meet you always call me "baby."
How could it be that you forgot my name?
Before you go, be honest.
I belonged to you and believed that you felt the same.

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?

People never stay the same forever.
Somebody always loves a little more.
Tonight I need to love you.
Together we'll find a way to make tomorrow worth living for.

Don't say you don't remember
I'll never love anyone else
If you say you don't remember
How can I go on living
(How can I go on living)
With myself?

 c- 1971 Estelle E. Levitt / Helen D. Miller