the powers that be opened the island today but we didn't want to get harassed for being curious dogs and it was still gated and locked like a concentration camp and 63rd st. beach beckoned which was love love lovely and not near as filthy as 57th st which made me wanto to puke.
wickett the cat heard about suzanne's next trip to nyc and went and marked her travel bag. you shall not escape unmarked i said.

i know it's silly and all but i put a bigger crystal on the couch and took it around to various sites perhaps inspired by john taking his puppet niece to the beach and photographing her with the dogs and city small behind. if you come back tomoro you will see. 

the birders were sweet today but that's not news. pat said the yoko ono lotus looked like a plane crash. 

"he's awkward, trying this and trying that. i sometimes i feel embarrassed with him."