Having walked too far after the two hour writing session
because the sunset led me to the west on a long detour.
I came home
tired, flipped on the computer the 'wrong' way losing all my tabs, which
just means I have to remount all the ones I usually access. I did this
once before and it is tedious but not fatal. I have to sign in to each site, then sign out of blogger, sign in to blogger and sign in to another site, repeat, repeat, repeat...there are ten...however, now that I've begun I rediscover that I actually have to log out of my browser and shut down, then reboot for each one. This may take a day or so. I don't have the maniacal determined focus I once did.
(Ahhhh!!!)
The swell
super replaced my mailbox lock and it's working!!! So, a little
not-so-hot and a chunk of yippee is what I've got.
Ever since reading "The Gargoyle Hunters" my eye finds them all over Manhattan
In case you missed it:
~*~ Endless Winter
Most skies eventually ended up grey despite sudden bursts of sunlight and some glorious sunsets. The temperatures swung from the forties to twenties depending on prevailing winds and there were scattered snow and rain showers. Another storm promised next week!
Some skies were touchingly pale, but my dominant condition all week was 'under the weather. I spent a great deal of time napping and some hours writing at home.
~*~ Neighborhood
Housing Works continues to provide free entertainment with their great sound tracks and interesting browsing. Though I'm not buying, I like stopping into visit other peoples pasts,
often meeting delightful critters like Pandy whose 'mother' carries many costumes and accessories for her. She is a willing poser and very sweet. She turns a dark mood bright.
The cross of Epiphany Catholic Church dominates the sky at this corner a
block from the street where I've lived for forty eight years - as it
did throughout my childhood in another time and place.
For lent, hundreds of prayer ribbons with individual messages penned by believers are tied to all the fences that surround it.
~*~ Wednesday
I got a great two-bear hug from old friends Nemo and Julio when I dragged myself out of bed to stop in for an hour and wish Julio Happy forty first Birthday, toasting him with a glass of cranberry juice. See all the photos:
Tibet House opening and I rallied again for an hour to see the gorgeous new show "Divine Feminine" Masterpieces from Nepal. Runs through May 11th
(Wine and water for visitors)
Just the center section.
close up
~*~
Friday
Just home, rest, recuperation
~*~
Saturday
A beautiful day, traveled to the 14th street Y to meet Amina and Mary Megalli for a Special film by Dr. Magda Saleh on Egyptian Dance
wonderful
until
Tragedy Struck Again
LOST OR STOLEN
CAMERA
Full of some swell portraits taken of these friends. There will be no more photographs for awhile. I have another camera but need a friend to help set up the computer connection.
Padmasambhava "In Tibetan Buddhism, he is a character of a
genre of literature called terma, an emanation of Amitābha that is said
to appear to tertöns in visionary encounters and a focus of guru yoga
practice, particularly in the Rimé schools. The Nyingma school considers
Padmasambhava to be a founder of their tradition." (this Buddha that caught my attention is made of Cloth)
Saturday I'm on Part three and loving it.
Reading
"The Gargoyle Hunters"
(from Washington Post review) For
Gill, the essential characteristic of Manhattan is its violent
reinvention, a compulsive process of creative destruction that makes it
such a “maddening, heartbreaking, self-cannibalizing” place. Native New
Yorkers know their avenues wind into “a Mobius strip of
self-annihilation.” At any moment, rapacious developers may reduce the
most beloved old buildings to “a moonscape of devastation” before
throwing up some “soulless, homogenized Modernist crap.” “This
is a city where you could inhabit multiple eras
simultaneously.”
Entertaining presentation and reading by the Author
(thirty minutes)
Sunday
The promise of sunlight and mild temperatures
Evening at Home
Monday A mural painted on the side wall of a building next to a parking lot West 17th Street, Manhattan
Tuesday
Friend Fred visited to show me a new easier way to store and access my photographs, bless his helpfulness. Retrieved a shot of this large mixed media painting given to a friend many years ago.
Wednesday
Selfie in the lobby on my way to the Zendo
Walking home on this full moon night
Above Madison Square
Met a man trimming branches for a nearby store display Asked for some
Home They will bloom awhile longer, drop flowers, leaf out and root
February Calendar about to be retired (pine tree on sandstone-Zion National Park, Utah)
Thursday March 1st A storm is threatening the East coast. I spent today sorting papers in preparation of the monthly bill pay and also for doing taxes, napping, and listening to a delightful book of short stories by Tom Hanks "Uncommon Type" "Seventeen stories, each in some way involving a
different typewriter (Hanks is an avid collector of vintage typewriters
and owns over one hundred of them). The stories feature an immigrant
arriving in New York City after his family and life have been torn apart
by his country's civil war; a man who bowls a perfect game (and then
another, and another), becoming ESPN's newest celebrity; an eccentric
billionaire and his faithful executive assistant on the hunt for
something larger in America; and the junket life of an actor." LISTEN (8 minutes) <iframe src="https://www.npr.org/player/embed/557636219/557985912" width="100%" height="290" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" title="NPR embedded audio player"></iframe> Friday Morning
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