sunday morning poem (and breakfast)

it's a long way

it's a long way the sea-winds blow

over the sea-plains blue,--

but longer far has my heart to go

before its dreams come true.

it's work we must, and love we must,

and do the best we may,

and take the hope of dreams in trust

to keep us day by day.

it's a long way the sea-winds blow--

but somewhere lies a shore--

thus down the tide of time shall flow

my dreams forevermore.

by william stanley braithwaite (1878 - 1962)

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what it looks like here on sunday mornings at 11am (waiting for first unitarian's service to begin): pluto on the window seat, next to my chair, and greg at the table.

allie, the music director, played a beautiful composition by erik satie, gymnopédie no. 1. ellen, the girls' dance teacher, would play it for her students' to choreograph with.  it feels very ethereal to me, and wistful, contemplative . . and sometimes sad; i think because it brings memories of fun times that i miss.

after the service, i heard a pretty flute song coming in through the bedroom window. i caught only a few practice notes with the camera, but the breeze blowing off the river was so sweet and cool that i decided to go for a walk to see chanda at work and to pick up a can of baked beans for brunch from the health food store. i felt like having a proper english breakfast with bacon, eggs, tomatoes and baked beans.

 chanda wasn't expecting me, so i was able to put my order in with a new worker who allowed me to pay and leave a tip (they usually don't, the owner is so nice and has told his staff to offer coffee and tea on the house - but of course i want to support the cafe as it's such a difficult time). chanda was inside making the drinks and was surprised to see my ticket come up.


detox tonic with sparkling water, apple cider vinegar, lemon juice, cayenne pepper, fresh ginger, a cinnamon stick, and honey.

morton street, with its wonderfully shady and old london plane and callery pear trees.

 cafe dante recently moved from its location on macdougal street to the corner of perry and hudson (which used to house fish's eddy - which moved to broadway and 18th street - when we first moved to the neighborhood). perhaps they have new owners.

 this notice on the window of a neighborhood laundromat gives its temporary business hours in bold print. above that it reads: "due to the recent covid-19 outbreak, for your safety, we will now have temporary business hours indefinitely." it's very true and it made me smile.

 the woman on the left in the bike helmet and mask is talking to her neighbor through the neighbor's window; practicing proper social distancing.

 back at home, we had smoked bluefish paté from the fish guy at the market, with rye crackers . .

 and fresh tomatoes, cucumbers . .

toast, baked beans, bacon and eggs. i think a true english breakfast includes sausages and mushrooms.