FEIRCE FEBRUARY FINISHES

Last Hyacinth Bloom

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Library

Two New Audio Books

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The Almost Everything Local Store

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Overnight
Winds rattled, rose high and fell hard until they blew away all the soot and sadness.
Or, so it seemed when I opened my window on our world.

Monday Mail
Arrived from California...
.
...a precious bear,  a telephone answering machine and two videos

 Blessed be my good fortune in Friendship

Evening
Taking Refuge at the Zendo
a
Home Again


Tuesday Morning

"The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;
Birds sing, the mountains grow dark --
This is the wondrous power of Buddhism."
-Taigu Ryokan-

Thought

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"GREEN BOOK"
Thanks to AMC $5 Tuesdays Club, I saw it with a neighbor late afternoon, and loved it. Some critics dismiss it as just predictable Cliches. Sure, but in 1962 those 'cliches' were actually  facts of life. Two quite brilliant actors deliver nuanced performances I found admirable, and the sound track was right out of my high school years when a classmate and i sometimes sneaked out of our separate ground floor apartments through back windows late at night when our respective mothers, both working widows, had fallen asleep, We walked to the local 'hang out' a block away where we played the Jukebox, sipped egg creams and flirted with older boys.

Bare Bones Plot
Dr. Don Shirley is a world-class African-American pianist about to embark on a concert tour in the Deep South in 1962. In need of a driver and protection, Shirley recruits Tony Lip, a tough-talking bouncer from an Italian-American neighborhood in the Bronx. Despite their differences, the two men soon develop an unexpected bond while confronting racism and danger in an era of blatant segregation.

 https://youtu.be/QkZxoko_HC0

Then we
VOTED
New York Public Advocate will govern till the end of this term.
Then there will be another election with the front runners who remain, but the final decision will depend on who the major parties elect to run in November and who we vote for then.

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Bleak Wednesday Morning
The Sun Obscured on Day One of our Congressional Circus Broadcast with it's dogged reaffirmation of intractable divisions fully operational.

The BEST Headline

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"The Examiner"
by W. H. Auden
Read by Tom O'Bedlam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FH1_mbZfvCo&fbclid=IwAR3sYAa6k1RB2ILbU78LoD3c-bsrq-plHQetRsw_H8fCm2e8Xdqv6wYNhwk
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Thursday Morning
Last day of February

 World Wildlife Fund
Anxious to abandon a difficult February, I turn a calendar page and know I'll miss this tiger gazing at me from just behind the laptop...

However, I'm prepared to subsist on my own smile when I see these Blue footed boobies, who subsist on fish from the Pacific Ocean. 

In the Mail:
A sweet note from Jude Hill
Nourishing and Encouraging

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March First
It snowed again...

...just a little more.

(((more to come)))

TRANSITION

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March 29th
Visiting Barbara
(after successful knee surgery)

The Present
by Billy Collins

Much has been said about being in the present.
It’s the place to be, according to the gurus,
like the latest club on the downtown scene,
but no one, it seems, is able to give you directions.

It doesn’t seem desirable or even possible
to wake up every morning and begin
leaping from one second into the next
until you fall exhausted back into bed.

Plush, there’d be no past
with so many scenes to savor and regret,
and no future, the place you will die
but not before flying around with a jet-pack.

The trouble with the present is
that it’s always in a state of vanishing.
Take the second it takes to end
this sentence with a period–already gone.

What about the moment that exists
between banging your thumb
with a hammer and realizing
you are in a whole lot of pain?

What about the one that occurs
after you hear the punch line
but before you get the joke?
Is this the where the wise men want us to live

in that intervening tick, the time slot
that occurs after you have spent hours
searching downtown for that new club
and just before you die up and head back
home?

from "The Rain In Portugal"
Random House, 2016

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March 30th

Manhattan Midnight
Full Moon in the crook of a crooked branch

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March 31st

This City
Old and New

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April 1st

Lines for Future Haiku
(7s and 5s)

by Ms.

An angel passes over

The egg proves rebirth

Surely Spring is here

Geese have returned once again

Sunday Christ rises from death

We'll celebrate April fools

Eat Candy, be glad

Hyacinth will bloom

And, all wars will end

I'm sending a wish

May you be well and content

Scatter seeds like promises
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Sunny Morning
Duckling Dear

 Supper
Wild caught Alaskan Cod, Green sauce (one Cilantro salad dressing + Fresh Spinach pureed), Organic Pasta

 5PM

  Snow Tonight

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Easter Past

https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2013/03/sunday-morning.html
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NOT QUITE DONE

Friday Update

My improvised barrier was not adequate.  The pigeon pair came back, and the she found her way into the empty A/C casing.  The he stood guard in the space next to it.  I scared her away without harming her, but there was some flapping and alarm.  Both of them together then perched on a ledge nearby watching me.  It must have appeared like just the most perfect coop to them--(Sigh)--I added some art-board pieces, but that's only temporary and has to come out when the A/C returns.

The problem is still unsolved.  I had informed the Superintendent about what I was doing the day before, and asked that he cut some boards and help fit them under the rig.  He never responded.  I left a message at the management office, but had no response.  Very discouraging.  Meanwhile the birds must find a nesting spot soon.  The rains are headed our way.  I don't know how pregnant she is, but  I'm not giving up.  When the Wild Bird fund gets back to me I'll add this problem to the banded white pigeon one I phoned them about last night.

10 AM

I went to check on the white banded pigeon.
Gone!
Hoping it was the rescue folks. 

10:30AM

Someone watered and cleaned up a lot at the church!  It was shimmering in bright sunlight.

Violets

Hyacinth

Tulip

11AM

I ran into the owners daughter.  She said she has the same problem at other locations.  She assured me she would 'assign' the Super to get a proper barrier to me within three days.

5PM
This may seem dumb and obsessive to those with no affinity, and certainly to those many who find pigeons nothing but an annoyance.  I realize I am too 'attached', which is neither helpful nor efficient, and makes my heart ache.  I need to let go of attachment, not effort.

The rest is up to the universe