MOTHERING

 Super Moon
 
Where's the Warmth?
5.10.2020
3 a.m.

Its in the Thirties

 

  Our boiler is on a timer and turns off at 11 every night, doesn't go back on till after 5 a.m. It's frigid by 3 a.m. and wakes me up. That has to change. the building here can't stay at the required 68 degrees all night. I use my radiator heater but can't leave it on when I go to bed or the plug heats up dangerously. I've spoken to the Super but he has to wait for the plumber to make an adjustment and that's weekdays only. With the pandemic, the City agencies are overwhelmed and won't be any help. I feel guilty even complaining considering what others are suffering.

Meanwhile, Motherhood

 

It's just a beautiful statue

in Union Square Park

 

My own Mother is long gone and at Seventy Seven, I'm no longer even mothering  gardens, dogs or cats as i did for decades. Last year I posted an elaborate tribute that included poems from favorite poets and one from me, along with mothers mini-life story

Kindly visit

https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2019/05/mommy.html

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6:37 a.m.
Still No heat

Outside

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