Originally Posted Monday, January 28, 2013
Another almost perfect almost full moon night, making dinner for my mother on the veranda, drinking cocktails and tending the pork loin on the grill. Such a night like something from the 1950s, having worked on the house killing varmints and fixing too little of the dilapidation, then taking a walk instead of a run and a trip to the gym. Later, drinking beer too early in the afternoon and working on pictures while listening to a vast music library that always surprises, happy if not content, thinking of all the things I should be doing but doing that instead. Then, after dinner and final aperitifs, mother gone, back to work on pictures. Music. It is late now but I sit and work and listen and drink knowing that outside is the almost perfect night in a string of almost perfect nights. Thinking of you. . . love. . . etc.
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