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

 ~*~

March 30th

Manhattan Midnight
Full Moon in the crook of a crooked branch

~*~

March 31st

This City
Old and New

*

 ~*~

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
~*~

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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THE DAY AFTER

Bright, Bright, Blue Sky Day Dawns

We were fortunate--electric and heat and hot water held throughout.  Still, I'm dog tired.

I was up and down many times last night, but the Internets various entertainment; flinging windows open and closed, picture taking, video making, processing and posting, reading blogs and communicating on face book and through e-mails kept me busy through the stormy night in between three hour bouts of of sleeping. Postings from all over of snow pictures were gorgeous.  Every time I looked out the front window there was someone shoveling.  Cops were at it in shifts trying to keep emergency vehicles operational, and at 1:30AM the heavy noise of snow blowers commenced.

https://youtu.be/Rzc_c1zdwKY

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I went out this afternoon with thoughts of a brisk walk, a park visit, but at almost every corner I was met with mounds of snow,

  and puddles too deep for my old boots.

I only walked, and with great care, wherever there was possibility or a helping hand: downtown about seven blocks, Westward four, uptown seven again, and back East.

I need to budget boots into next Month.  I'll be going to Massachusetts in the last week and will hold off till then unless I see a great bargain.  There are great bargains up New England way and a friend with a car amenable to a short trip.

Now supper:

(Boca burger and Spinach wilted with garlic)

 TV

A blast from the past is returning tonight for six more episodes. The program originally aired from September 10, 1993, to May 19, 2002.  I, along with others here were addicted to it.  Initially considered a cult show, it turned into a pop culture touchstone that tapped into public mistrust of governments and large institutions and embraced conspiracy theories and spirituality. 

https://youtu.be/_1SmJUBT5q0

Curious? Read On

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_X-Files

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JUST FRIDAY and WHAT'S TO COME

Friday

Still thinking about last nights' lecture on Egypt when I see this on 22nd street.  It must have just been painted since the crane is parked in front

Onward to The Library for two more Audio Books

(LINK)

A Flavia de Luce Mystery

by Alan Bradley

(LINK)

 A new  'No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency' novel

by Alexander McCall Smith

Afternoon

Cut up fresh parsley for garnish

Baked Macaroni and Cheese

(quinoa spirals and wheat elbows with cheddar, spice and egg)

Evening

 "The Roosevelts an Intimate History"

Episode Six 

1939-1944

(LINK)

World War Two 

At the Casablanca Conference in early 1943 the Allies issued a declaration stating that they would not negotiate with their enemies, and demanded their unconditional surrender.

    I was floating still within my mothers womb.  In late January mother hemorrhaged and was rushed to the hospital.

I was born by Cesarean section.

Christmas Eve 1943

"Fireside Chat"

~*~

Saturday
A poetry clatch at a dive on 14th Street with readings by five fabulous poets.
Evening
The last Episode of The Roosevelts
~*~

Sun-Day
All day all over town

Evening

A party for the wonderful poet Merideth Bergman at a private home on Fifth Avenue to celebrate her first book.

~*~