April 24, 2010
The loft is filled with boxes. There are suitcases splayed in all directions and my closet looks as if someone or something has taken a big bite. I went on line and found a company who rents green boxes for moving. They deliver them, you fill em, stack em, move em, and they pick them up at the other end. Sounds good to me because the sound of tape tearing out of it's gun is all too familiar and makes me cringe.
Went to the theatre today to see THE LANGUAGE ARCHIVE and listened to the permutations of the language of love. We could go deep into that. Suffice it to say for now, on a Saturday night, when REDS is about to come on TCM, that love is an on going topic of conversation.
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