SCORCHING SUNDAY, MONDAY, TUESDAY

Epiphany Catholics Having Funhouse Fun in the Sun of Sunday

 7:30  PM - 90 Degrees

Sultry Sundown

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Monday
 5:30 PM  - 91 Degrees

 I'm ready for  my " Moving Pen" group to arrive. We meet weekly at University Settlement, 184 Eldridge Street

After our two hour session, I wandered across the street to visit my friend John Marcus Powell for an hour. He has an apartment there. Then I noted the sign and I began dreaming of winning the lottery

Research showed me the interior of this amazing gut renovation and the amazing asking price. The building has an interesting history which has been erased.
(see links)

The building is situated between a Muslim Mosque and Pentecostal Christian Temple
(see links)

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Links

170 Eldridge Street Townhouse
 https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/170-Eldridge-St-New-York-NY-10002/122190380_zpid/

https://www.6sqft.com/9-5m-les-carriage-house-with-a-waterfall-was-once-the-home-of-a-german-sausage-dynasty/ 

Assafa Islamic Center
http://www.boweryboogie.com/2013/08/assafa-islamic-center-revealed-at-172-eldridge/

Pentecostal Church Temple
http://www.boweryboogie.com/2014/11/sea-galilee-church-eldridge-street-shows-new-exterior-decade-long-rehabilitation/

Beautiful young reader on the bus back uptown to 21st Street.

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Tuesday
HOT HOT HOT 
I'm undecided about going uptown to 
Museum Mile
http://mailchi.mp/mcny/celebrate-with-us-432877?e=c410a925a5

NEW YORK NEW YORK

"It's a hell of a town.  The Bronx is up and the Battery's down."

I can be here and in Kathmandu, Nepal.

 I can be thinking about the people and animals shaken

by the worst earthquake since 1934,

 about the stranded climbers and the dead.

(5000 and counting)

 I can know, I can mourn and I can pray.

 https://youtu.be/EbG0ljkBlu8

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I can show up on Monday night,

join my writing group "The Moving Pen" for a final reading.

(screen capture partial of photo by Elizabeth York)

 I can appreciate our brilliant leader Frank Haberle,

drink wine and share cookies with our friends.

 I can lose my thoughts in an audio book

till sleep comes.

 I can sit Zazen with the New York Center for Contemplative Care,

find space for peace.

 I can be surprised by a protest while waiting for the bus home,

and capture some of it on a brief video.

(First a surge of 20 or so young men all in black and many with masks ran past me at break neck speed.  Then one kid was caught and cuffed and the march continued across 23rd Street  toward the West side.  I'd been seeing helicopters circling and eventually, when I got on the bus, ambulances and police vans followed.)

https://youtu.be/cEJ7ooYOETw

I can think about Baltimore, about all the protest marches all the way back to the sixties.  I can mourn for all the people, for all suffering beings, for the planet.

I can pray.