Saturday
August 8th 2020
Homeless man with his dog 'Savannah'
Top hat for donations
2nd Avenue between 21st and 22nd Streets
August 8th 2020
Homeless man with his dog 'Savannah'
Top hat for donations
2nd Avenue between 21st and 22nd Streets
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https://youtu.be/FSQxzNuX0bc
Sunday
8.9.
Monday
8.10.
5 a.m.
"Manhattan Window View"
Sweet Phlox
Still blooming
High tide
News
shopping
bus stop
Home sweet home
Thursday
8.13
Dank Day
Bright spot
Tenderness born of the need for it.
On Aging
by Maya Angelou
Sunday
8.9.
10:00 a.m.
I cleaned the apartment after months of neglect.
It was arduous, exhausting.
At the start, depressing-at the end, encouraging.
5 p.m 
Monday
8.10.
5 a.m.
"Manhattan Window View"
12:15 p.m.
19th Street
Menno House
In 1957 our building was purchased by Mennonites—members of a Historic
Peace Church—to house conscientious objectors to war while they
completed their alternative government service. In the 1980s, house
residents formed a local congregation,
1 p.m.
A neighbor who cuts hair for family and friends, brought her equipment to my apartment and gave me a very nice cut.
(no selfie yet)
In the evening there was a zoom Zendo
Tuesday
8.11
Had an optical migraine attack but it passed after I did a series of Jinshin maneuvers my old friend P.M. taught me decades ago when the first one appeared.
(see Link)
6 p.m.
Walked to the East River
8:30 p.m.
Returning home caught this Sunset
Wednesday
8.12
Another Zoom Zendo Session
the photo caught the zendo itself and me at home
Thursday
8.13
Dank Day
On Aging
by Maya Angelou
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.
Friday
8.14
At any age dear Friends
links
Migraine
https://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/ocular-migraine.htm
Menno House
https://mennohouse.org/
