Minding my own business at the tea joint I did mention to Teahouse Jen that the back of my hair-do was a bother and now it is altered most subtly.
She took large, functional scissors to hair on the stoop outside the teahouse and this is the second time she's whisked the unruly and unsightly away in a flash.
I have just been asked if I'd like to show art - again - and, unlike the rock fest planned by Justy in Brooklyn, this will happen. I think. Soon. And this will take place in the Middling City in the gallery not a soggy teabag's toss from where I'm sitting. The Justy rock fest was to happen on a date that Yours Truly is booked and I would have not been at the op and we agreed to do something else some other time.
Leaving Kennedy's house passed the Albright-Knox where there was a giant crane on the demesne lifting up some new sculpture and from my vehicular vantage point it did resemble a sort of artful bus shelter but I imagine this is not the veritable case.
Time to speed off to the suburban campus, and rush about before I see Little Laura this fine evening. Blair informed me that he and Monique are having a summer v. of Soup Night and this only means one this to YT - a pot of my famed green gazpacho.

Green, green Love.