Daddy's Little Princess.

[Violet]

.. my angel, I’m better, I think. Or at least I tell myself I am. You are my darling, and I love you.

.. I wrote this this morning. I fret of ever getting down the thoughts I have upon waking, since they can seem so perfect when I’m having them, but then they’re gone.. and so, it’s what’s left over that makes it to the page.

Anyway, this is what I wrote, my love.

.. and I send again my tender kiss.. x.. and my hope that all is well with you.

(and now I’ll think of you on my ride through the snow..



God is the vase


God is the vase, and the stem
knows

of
God’s depth.

Never did I understand this.

Always I sense the wound—am the wound,

and when
I have
you inside
me

you’re knowing the wound
in me too

though we’re not separate
in this.


I follow the contours of this love, of your
heart, your

face


The stem that leans into space

(knowing God is there

to
steady her)


The shape of God shifts
from

vase to vase

room to room

face to face


I’ve held you now forever, and when you open, you too
open like a flower

and in this, our love
is
born


It’s as if I know now what to do, but not quite
how, yet

and I feel to love you
more
and more

and I thank God for it



I’ve spilled out somehow

I’ve cried out



The darkest side of God is the darkest side
of love

is it any wonder we need theatre?

(to draw closer your
lips)

(I’d have you keep still,
then

to steer better
the

danger)



Then all was quiet, and I got up, and went to the window.

I wiped the glass, and saw even less,
then.

when I cried out

you came streaming into
me

your sun

and ever there was light,
then



x

later edit: as per comments below, I actually now feel I can "move things around" in this poem. So, I'm working with spacing, still.

[Violet]

.. my love, how are you?

you know, I worry about you. Or maybe I worry that you worry. (that I worry I guess goes without saying)

anyway.. I didn't make it out to our lake until yesterday.. but it was somehow startling to see the lake now covered in snow.. and to see our walkway and dock completely buried in whiteness. Still, I got off my bike, and walked the heavily snow-covered walkway to the heavily snow-covered dock.. and I just stood there, looking out at the vast and startling winter brightness.

.. it was rather like the end of the poem I just posted, given the sun somehow had me imagining that you were there beside me.. and it’s true my heart was filled with just such a sense of lightness.

You know, my love, when I awoke.. (the day I wrote that poem).. but, as I lay in bed, I did feel that something was coalescing in me somehow.. as if everything I’ve been through in my life was finding its place, finally.. or its meaning.

.. and then, oddly.. well, this poem I just posted.. (I’ve read it any number of times).. but, I find it takes me through its story.. and I find I am its story.. as if nothing can be moved, or changed.. or said any differently. And so, maybe my psyche really has been working to resolve something.

You know, I no longer find it odd or strange that I feel to have come to know you not so much from reading about you, or watching you perform.. or listening to your songs.. (although those things are surely a part of it).. but mostly it's from just “living” beside you, in a way—through writing you these letters all this time. It’s as if I’ve been through quite a lot with you, in fact.

.. still, now I admit to being in something of a serious quandary as to just what happens next.

.. anyway, I'm not too sure what else to say right now.. so, I guess I’ll just sit with things..

.. and send again my tender kiss.. x


oh, before I go.. the other night I was recalling a song I posted here once. I was wanting to find it again.. (as I’m thinking of doing this number myself, and I remember liking the particular version I had posted).. but I couldn’t remember the name of the band, just the song title.. and youtube isn’t terribly well organized, and so I couldn’t find it. I even looked back at this thread to try to find it.. (which is always a mistake, since I get pulled into reading all that again)

.. anyway, I did find this version.. which had me thinking that you yourself might like to try your hand at this song, maybe.. (possibly).. (my angel)

(well, see what you think..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx0llzSntd8
FULL SCREEN..



.. anyway, I actually could imagine you doing this number, my angel.. though probably not as Dean Martin. [just as yourself, I think] Oh, and I think Javier Mas, especially, would have some fun with it.. [oh, and Bublitchi, too].. [for “the sound of violins”..

actually, here’s the original 1954 Dean Martin recording.. [just to cover this properly.. and to add some additional orchestration..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mBoJ0ra-W8
FULL SCREEN..

.. so, anyway, after searching for quite some time for the version of this I once posted, something very odd happened. I returned to my other computer.. (since I switch computers now for various reasons).. but I returned to my other computer, only to find

actually, I just don’t know how to explain this. I’m still scratching my head over it, in fact. But the screen to my computer was black, and in the far left corner was the name of the band [which I couldn’t remember].. and a link to youtube.

[????????????????]

The thing is, I hadn’t been searching for the song on that computer at all, so I may never understand what this strange occurrence is all about.

[maybe I better do this number, then].. [oh, and maybe use this particular arrangement, too]

[just to be on the safe side]

.. anyway, my angel.. here’s this version.. (this time with some sax).. done by “the Swing Cats.”

[actually, I noticed he does one of those fancy keyboard moves you yourself do] [although it's off camera, unfortunately].. [I'm doubtful he uses his elbow, though]

(I miss you, my love..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blxKO5rYDGw
FULL SCREEN..

xx xxxx.. xx..

(oh, and here’s one of my “random road shots”.. (shot in motion from the scooter).. “somewhere in Goa”.. xx x..

[Violet]

.. Leonard, my love.. how are you?

You know, I really have been going through it lately, and am thinking that if I’m feeling I’m causing you to worry, then I really should stop writing you.

I guess everything feels hard. It’s hard to stop writing you. And it’s hard to keep writing you, too. So, maybe I just need to turn a new leaf, then, and put all my energies into my various plans for things.

It’s not that I can’t get along without writing these posts, since writing them has caused its own manner of difficulties.. (far worse sometimes than I even care to say) But, it’s saying good-bye to you that’s so very hard. I’m just so used to having you there, at this point. I can’t imagine that not being the case.

Of course, it’s not really good-bye. I mean, I’ll still be around here.. although maybe I won’t post much for a while. And you are, of course, this wonderful artist who will always be that to me. [and I wish you another exciting round of your tour.. and do hope I’ll be seeing you perform again in the not too distant future]

.. still.. this is a kind of good-bye, nevertheless.

I do hope you know that if you ever did miss me, or if you ever felt you had something to say to me about all of this, I would always be happy to have you contact me. (that’s actually quite an understatement)

.. anyway, my angel.. I hope you can think well of me..

.. and I'd still like to bestow upon you, one last tender kiss.. x

(you know, you really are terribly easy to love)

ever,
your v i o l e t flower

x

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

.. actually, I’m breaking all my new rules in writing you just now, but

well

okay. Remember when you added that material to your show.. the part where you talk about getting up in the morning, and going to the mirror.. and looking at yourself, and saying: “lighten up, Leonard?”

remember that?

.. yeah, well.. that’s the purpose of this letter, then. I feel the need to lighten things up a little.. since I’m unsure what sort of note I left things on. It may have been a bit more “dramatic” than I’d intended.

.. so, anyway.. [in that vein]..

First [just to update you on stuff]: but, you should be very proud of me in that I’ve been doing writing for my new website, which hopefully won’t take too long to get up and running, at this point. I mean, I’ve designed the front page.. and the bio page.. [which is quite short, in fact, since I'm deleting most of my life].. [seems like the most promising approach, at this point] Oh, and I'm letting the whole thing start to roll, idea wise.. so

yeah.

[there’s that]

Second: I am SERIOUSLY thinking of doing the open mic thing I’ve been talking about THIS WEDNESDAY. [I’m having my hair styled straight tomorrow, in any event.. so.. good timing, then, on that end of things].. [at the very least, my hair will look great]

.. what else

.. okay, I did slip tonight, in that

well..

alright, I’m not normally a “binge” type person. Usually I stop eating when I’m upset.. (which isn’t too good either) But tonight I actually

oh, and I’m also not much of a “poor me” type person, either. Instead, my psyche is usually intent on trying to “take the high road” sort of thing.. [which can be exhausting, actually].. or I'm busy persecuting myself for all my failings.. neither of which leaves me much room for the “poor me” sort of stuff. But tonight, I just really let loose, and thought

Poor me. Just poor poor poor poor me.

Oh, this while eating ONE WHOLE BAR OF GREEN AND BLACK'S.

That’s right. [you heard correctly] ONE WHOLE BAR.

.. and not even the 85% percent, which [let’s face it], isn’t sweet at all. No, I ate the more yummy milk chocolate and almond one

oh, while watching the new third season of Downton Abbey.

[yeah]

.. actually, I had watched the first few episodes at the start of season one.. (once upon a time).. and thought it was pretty good. Only, then I forgot about the show entirely.. [there’s that “forgetfulness” theme again].. and then it seems the whole second season passed me by. But, luckily, Netflix had all of season one, and

[you get the idea]

[it seems I missed season two, in other words]

.. but, yeah.. I’ve been getting more current on my whole "anglophile" thing.. and even have an idea for a companion show called:

Down ‘n Crabby

[I’m sorry about this.. but I have been under a lot of internal stress lately].. .. [my love]

.. but, yeah.. Down ‘n Crabby.

So far, what I have in the way of characters—or, no.. so far I only have one character based on my black and white tuxedo cat, actually.

.. yes, he’s a very versatile, “upstairs downstairs” type individual, by the name of “Master Boots.”

[I’m still working on that]

anyway, his lines will be dubbed, of course. Actually, maybe your friend Alan Rickman might be interested. But, my idea is that Master Boots invariably slips into this nearly incomprehensible West Country accent, usually after a good roll in catnip. Oh, and the rest of the time he just sounds like Alan Rickman.

[my angel, I am at least trying]

.. so.. ANYWAY.. I just wanted to say hi.

And I will let you.. [and all].. know when I get this website up and running, which.. (as I said).. shouldn’t take too long at this point—now that I’m getting the gist [maybe] of what I’m doing with it.

So.

That’s pretty much it.

I still miss you.. and.. (well, all the rest of it).. (sorry to use "shorthand," but I don't want to get you all stirred up, and then have you get all mad at me, as a consequence of all that.. so

[I'm trying to be more conscientious, in other words]

.. (oh, and here’s that tender kiss.. x.. (I'm at least not withholding that, my angel)

.. [now, let me see if I can find something for you, youtube way..

.. [..]..

.. actually, my love.. I know I keep suggesting to you songs that you might try, but I seem to keep bumping into them. With this number, I could see you even doing some of these dance moves.. (you know, with your fedora).. (in silhouette, even).. so

see what you think.. (xx x..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIiUqfxFttM
FULL SCREEN..

(‘til soon, my love.. x xx.. xx..

(and yes, I miss you).. (A LOT)

[Violet]

.. Leonard, my angel, how are you?

.. I thought I might stop in here to tell about the open mic, but it turned out I needed the entire day to finish a last minute screenwriting grant I was applying for. I just finished--with ONLY SEVEN MINUTES TO GO [to deadline].. [it was a hellish "on line" scenario]

I am so shaky at this point, I can barely think straight. I mean, I feel like I should be awarded something just for finishing the application on time (!)

[I'd only learned of the grant a few days ago.. so

[bleh]

.. anyway, now I can resume what I thought I was doing before that awful awful intrusion. I think I might actually have a chance with this one, though. But I guess that's all I should say, lest I jinx it.


You know, my angel..

I don't know. Maybe given the on line ordeal I've just been through, but I'm feeling just so "uncentered."

I guess I'm hoping more than ever I will be communicating with you at some point, even in the most "mundane" sort of way, just to ground things more in reality, outside of this "internet" thing. There's that strange "Apple" thread going on back here right now.. a debate as to whether this poster was real, or just another of those avatars we have around here.

.. anyway, I'm wanting to stand on the ground with things, as it were. It can be so precarious seeming, out on this limb. I guess it has built up my "nerve," you could say. On the other hand, it's entirely destroyed my nerves half the time, as well!

.. so

yeah. It's depressing me.

but.. I guess after a good night's sleep, I'll feel a bit more "grounded."

Anyway, my angel.. I don't ultimately know what this "trial" of mine is all about. It is a sort of trial.. only, what's to be gained or lost from it? I'm just not sure.

okay. well

I guess I don't have much else to say right now. I have to throw myself back into that website stuff, and get that going--which is what I THOUGHT I was doing.. (before that application torture)

(sigh)

.. anyway, I miss you.. I love you.. and I do hope all is happy and well with you.. x

--oh, there was that poem I posted this morning, on the "moon" thread. So, there I was, needing to get this application underway, and all these poems came pouring out of me. [??] That one I felt was right for just now. Maybe I should post it here, as well. (you know, I am always thinking of you, my love, as I write these..



Never is the moon gone


Can’t you love me, even when
you doubt it?

even when all is lost?

when all drops through
you

and you are alone.

wait.

(doubt your doubt, instead)


for never shall this love
vanish

for never are you
alone

(even in your aloneness)


never is the moon

gone


x

[Violet]

.. my darling, my angel.. how are you?

I wrote part of this earlier today. Oh, and [as per below] I did get out to our lake.. [even in the freezing cold].. and I brought my camera.. only I found it needed new batteries.. so

anyway, there's this section of road I may have mentioned before that's far above the lake.. and down below, there's this house with a back porch.. and on the back porch [I noticed, just today] is another bell exactly like ours. It has the three triangular sides made of a heavy metal of some kind. Anyway, this afternoon I heard it chiming (!).. slowly, it rang.

And up where I was on the road was another set of chimes that I couldn’t see. Smaller, and faster sounding—“tinkling.”

.. and so, it was just so white, and bright in the newly fallen snow.. and so very quiet.. except for these chimes, chiming all around me.

I thought it did bode well, my love.. I honestly did.

(a little kiss for that.. x)


.. so, anyway, here’s what I wrote this morning:


.. my love, how are you?

It’s a bright sunny day today, even as more snow is predicted. Still, I hope to get out to our lake this afternoon. I keep forgetting to take my camera, but I’d like to take some pictures—most especially of our Tibetan bell, which I’ve had in mind to do for some time now.

Oh. Last night I really had to “sweat it,” as it were, since it was the last moment for any kind of pre-sale for your upcoming Radio City show—not through Jarkko, but through the ticket sellers.

.. actually, I wasn’t able to take advantage of the presale here, since it came just at the wrong time.. [financially speaking] Still, at the time I found myself rationalizing that I had just seen you at the Garden.. and I had a great seat.. and it was just such a wonderful night.. and what ever could improve on that experience?

.. only.. now that your show’s being advertised all over the place, I’m somehow feeling..

well, anyway, I frantically looked and looked last night, hoping I’d find a decent seat for not too many ducats.. but

I guess I’m spoiled now. I honestly don’t want to go if I can’t be near the stage. [I guess I am something of a princess, after all] But, my God, the cost of tickets for seats that are up close and center—I was just shocked!!

[??????????????]

.. so, anyway.. to keep things on a “lighter” note..

.. (actually, I was rather shocked you were coming back to New York so soon, my love. I was obviously not prepared for that to happen.

.. I hope you know that in a “perfect” world, I would be there. Or, no, I’d be at countless shows, in the most beautiful of venues, both here and in Europe—or where ever you perform.. sitting there before you..

(sending you my secret "airborne" love potion).. (of course, I’m always sending you that)

but.. anyway, please forgive me my rather “compromised” circumstances. I am trying as best I can to remedy the situation.

.. as for now.. all I can do is to try to NOT think about this, or I'll be upset. I mean, to think that you'll be in town.. and I’ll be nearby.. and

okay. To return to that “lighter” note

(sigh)

[END: morning writing]

[later note: on second thought, I removed my "jealousy material," which I thought lacked the proper "set up"].. [humor is like that sometimes, when what might have been funny might not work if it's not set up properly.. so..


okay, so.. my tender kiss to you, my love.. x

.. (let me see what I might find for you tonight..

[actually, this is probably more for me.. xx x..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQfyw_Lmhm0
FULL SCREEN..

.. x xx.. xxxx.. xx..

[Harry S]

THIS THREAD IS NOW CLOSED

thank you

The Moderator

[Violet]

Harry S.??????

Where have you been hiding?

(a, "hello Violet.. how's things?".. would be more appreciated, though)

v. x

[Violet]

.. my love, how are you?

.. I just took these pictures today of our "Tibetan" bell. [not too sure the name is so very accurate]

oh, and that's our lake, in the background.

oh, and for just the second time, I think, in all the times I've passed it--our bell was chiming (!)

.. so

maybe this does bode well, then.

.. my love to you, my angel.. x

('til soon..

xx x.. xxx.. x..

[Violet]

.. my love.. just a note to say I've decided to remove my "jealousy" bit from a few posts ago.

.. as you know, when you're writing a comic bit, if the set-up isn't right.. well.. the whole thing might not hit the right note, then. I can't be certain regarding this particular material, but I have a feeling that might have been the case.

.. anyway, my angel.. I do hope you know that, even when I fail, I am writing with just so much love and admiration for you. So, I hope you can forgive me if I flubbed that one. [DID I flub that one?].. [I'm not sure Harry S. is the best barometer for such things, but he seemed to think so.. although I was already experiencing some doubts myself]

(sigh)

.. anyway, onward and upward, as they say.

.. my most tender kiss to you.. x.. (it looks to be another sunny, snow filled day..

(I miss you, my love)

.. xx x.. xxx.. xx..

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

.. I'm feeling rather tired, and blank. Tomorrow is the city.. and Wednesday, too.. [if I decide to do that open mic] Anyway, out on the highway is when I usually listen to you.. and I very much look forward to that.

.. actually, some rather bitter cold weather has just swept in, and so I've not gotten out to our lake again. Still, I thought I'd post this picture I took of our dock the same day I photographed our bell. It's from there that I look west.. (towards you, my love)

.. but you can see how cold and white a winter it actually is up here. Much colder than last year.


Well, I need to be strong, and stay focused on quite a number of things right now.. and so, I won't write here much I don't think.. unless

well, unless I write. (you know how that is for me)

.. but should it be a while, this tender kiss is both for now, and for when you may need it, my love.. x.. (and I do hope all is happy and well--most especially in anticipation of your tour)

.. actually, I know this picture looks a bit desolate, and yet I usually feel quite wonderful there.. filled with such spaciousness, and light.. (which so perfectly accompany my thoughts of you, my angel)

.. 'til soon.. (my love)..

.. xx x.. xx..

[Violet]

.. just taking a little break here.

I wrote this a few days ago, now..

(I miss you, my love.. x)



Not without you


Never did I imagine, even a
bed sheet

even one lonely pillow

a table, even (hard
and smooth)

nothing

nor this misery

(that I am without
you)


I think:

across the room

through the house

boxes (I keep thinking)

(and only what is
needed)

that I am everything, and
nothing

nor this misery

this table (hard
and smooth)


Sun (it is past morning)

I think to touch your
hand

(as even the morning bird still sung
of an

afternoon)



x

[Violet]

.. my angel, how are you?

I imagine very busy. I can't believe how soon you tour now.

When I awoke early this morning.. [before going back to sleep].. I had your version of "Always" playing in my head!! [??]

.. actually, I never thought of doing that one. Maybe I should give it a try. [wish I had your band on that one though]


Oh, I was up 'til all hours of the night last night doing writing for my site. [my brain is starting to percolate in that direction finally] I even found myself writing about a song of yours, so I'll see what I end up with.

Oh--I DID venture out into the bitter bitter cold yesterday.. [went out to our lake].. but it seemed that, even with all the layers I was wearing, I was close to getting frostbite!

[my God, it's cold]

.. it's more sunny today--oh, but the wind.. [I'm freezing already just thinking about going out there] And my digital camera crapped out on me again. It seems its batteries go out constantly.. so..

actually, I should check out what I did take.. see if it looks like anything

[wait a sec]

.. [..]..

.. now, this pic [taken from our dock] has the world looking a lot darker than it was, given I was looking directly at the sun. I'd need to read up more to learn how to adjust this camera manually. Right now I'm beholden to that blasted "automatic" function, which does whatever it pleases. Still, it did yield an effect I rather like. "Heaven's gate," as it were..

.. alright, 'til soon, my darling.. x

(I miss you)

oh, and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4sdWwpcB3w
FULL SCREEN..

.. x x.. xxx. xx..

[Violet]

.. Leonard, my love.. how are you?

.. so, I've been toiling away on the writing and research I'm doing for this website.

.. actually, what I'm writing just now is fairly topical, so I hope to get it on line soon. Oh, and I'm thinking that this website is likely to go in all kinds of directions, so it seems like the right thing to be doing just now. [along with getting up the nerve to do that open mic in the city].. [this Wednesday, I hope]


.. anyway, my angel, I keep missing you.. and wondering how you are. And I keep wanting to write you, too.. but I'm tired out from the writing I'm doing, and I fear to make one of those lines of yours come true. [you know, the one where "my story" has you falling asleep] [then again, a good night's sleep is important.. so.. maybe that's not such a bad thing]

[just trying to look on the bright side]


.. anyway, since the weather is supposed to reach a tropical thirty-one degrees tomorrow, I've been holding off on my bike ride 'til then. I'm hoping to take more pictures, too. Actually, there's a side of the lake that I haven't photographed yet. It's where the water comes down from the lake in a waterfall, and runs through the forest as a creek.

.. it's funny how the different sections of--well, of this little trip I take seem to conjure a similar sense in me each time I pass through them. Especially that waterfall, and the lovely creek.

.. for quite a while.. [when I actually thought I was going to go into production for my "Ophelia" film].. but for quite a while I was scouting "nature shots" for the film, since I imagined the film having these various layers to it.. and since I'd like to have Ophelia in some manner conveyed through such natural imagery. In any case, this part of the lake is to me the "Ophelia" section. And every time I come down the rather steep hill.. and start to go up again its other side.. [the bottom of the waterfall and creek being in the valley in between].. but each time I ride that section of road I think of Ophelia. It's more a feeling, than a thought. This connection to "earth and stream" that I imagine her to have.

Anyway, I've been thinking for a while now that in posting the two promotional trailers I did at this website of mine, I can start to maybe garner some interest in these projects. Actually, for the first trailer I did I used Who By Fire. [it's my noirish-cinephile story] And for the second one's end credits.. [the Ophelia trailer, I mean].. I've used Tacoma Trailer. [both recordings work really well, in fact]

.. in any case, my love.. I am feeling a bit more hopeful somehow. More than I've felt in quite some time. [even if I've got an awful lot of work to do to make all this happen]


.. alright, my angel. I do hope all is going well in your preparations for your tour. [I have to remain fairly in denial that I won't be seeing you this time 'round, or I'll

[you know]

[be sad]

.. okay. Actually, here's a slightly different take on the same "heaven's gate" theme.. [pictured below]

.. and I again send my tender kiss to you, my love.. x.. (that all be happy, and well).. (xx.. x..

.. [actually, I've been thinking of this song..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMwbU-IpNdA
FULL SCREEN..

[Violet]

.. my darling, how are you?

I was in the city yesterday, and I wanted to write you late last night, but I was just so "done in" feeling. Today I am exhausted. Seems to be another chest cold thing. Though I think my chiropractor/healer person may have done something to expel it somehow.. so.. (guess I'll see)

.. the weather has at least warmed up a bit, but it was so cold those last two times I rode out to our lake that my camera froze (!) That's why I thought the batteries were shot. But no, when I went back inside it would work again. So I'd need a warm pouch for it, or something, if I plan on taking "arctic weather” pics. I also need another layer of clothing, since that feeling of having cold air streaming right through your chest is probably not a good thing.

[now that I have this chest cold threatening]

(sigh)

anyway, yesterday, it was far more mild.

.. actually, in the morning I found myself walking in my old neighborhood in Williamsburg.

.. you know, that's all done with now. My long lease was not renewed, as the landlord is attempting to sell the building.. and so, I've let my cousin and his fiance stay on there for as long as they are able. In that, I guess it's the end of a personal era, you could say. But it had me feeling sad somehow being there again. In the neighborhood, I mean. And then I reminded myself that it’s the beginning of something new. And that had me feeling better somehow. Just that thought.

.. anyway.. as I walked through the flurry of snow.. [yes, there was a light flurry in the morning, before it turned to rain].. but as I walked alongside the wrought iron gate enclosing the park there.. with the trees that lined the street forming a dome around me.. and with the lovely snow dusting the ground, and clinging to the smallest twigs and branches.. but, as I walked there I was thinking of you. Well, of course, you’re always with me, in any case. But I felt particularly close to you, almost as if I could feel you loving me. Only, I never know what's true, or what's imagined.

.. still, it's romantic.. this memory of the snow, and the trees.. and this warm sense of you being close.

oh, and then, after I’d done my various errands.. [which included saying hello to my local deli person, whom I’ve not seen in a couple years] [his little daughter's now a grown-up five, as opposed to a babyish three].. but I went down to the subway—there in Williamsburg.. and I sat on the bench there, waiting for a train. And a young man, with this acoustic guitar, began a song.. and I thought: oh, that sounds like one of your songs, my love.

And sure enough

[Hallelujah, of course]

.. but this young man had the loveliest voice. I almost think it was the nicest cover of that song I’d ever heard. Haunting and lilting.

.. anyway, I gave him a dollar.. and proceeded to get on the train that was heading in the wrong direction.. (even as the right train had arrived just across the platform).. (and so, in that, the beauty of your song overthrew me, my angel)



.. well.. I’ve got to try to get back to work now.. although I sort of feel like lying down.

[bleh]

actually, I had wanted to write you Sunday night too.. since, my God.. what a devastating Downton Abbey episode had been aired (!) I didn’t think I was that invested in the show, and yet there I was with tears streaming down my face. It still makes me sad just to think about it. One of the main characters, the youngest and quite beautiful daughter died in childbirth—although, really at the hands of a doctor’s poor decision.

.. but it was unexpected.. her dying. And really rather wrenching. She did look quite beautiful, though.. lying there, deathly pale and still. [she had me thinking of Ophelia again]


so, I guess.. [given all that].. it mightn’t be appropriate to update you on that companion show of mine. You know

Down ‘n Crabby

but

.. well, actually, all I’ve added

oh, first.. [to update those with poor memories, since that’s a major theme here] [which I do my best to accommodate] [not to mention add to].. anyway, as you may or may not recall.. [maybe I should quote myself].. [on Down 'n Crabby, I mean..

.. so far I only have one character based on my black and white tuxedo cat, actually.

.. yes, he’s a very versatile, “upstairs downstairs” type individual, by the name of “Master Boots.”

[I’m still working on that]

anyway, his lines will be dubbed, of course. Actually, maybe your friend Alan Rickman might be interested. But, my idea is that Master Boots invariably slips into this nearly incomprehensible West Country accent, usually after a good roll in catnip. Oh, and the rest of the time he just sounds like Alan Rickman.

.. okay, so now we can add to my list of characters, the downstairs.. uh

cook, I guess she is. [she’s a little mouse dressed in servant’s attire] [you know, some sort of simple dress-and-apron sort-of-thing] [oh, and maybe one of those shower cap looking white cotton hats]

her name, by the way, is: Miss Crumb.

I'm not too sure who should do the voice for her, though. Maybe Alan would like to do a tour-de-force, multiple character Peter Sellers-ish sort-of-thing. Actually, I'm also not too sure how to get a mouse dressed up like that either. I mean, at least Master Boots is a tuxedo cat.. so, I mean, that part is already taken care of.. but

[okay, I'll stop]


.. alright, my angel.. I guess that about wraps things up for now.

I miss you, and I love you.. and I send again my tender kiss.. x.. (as from that lovely flurry of snow yesterday morning..

.. (oh, and here's a birch tree leaning over our lake..

oh, and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pc9je_6oIKI
FULL SCREEN

.. xx.. x.. xx..