Down to Earth Dave’s Post of the Day–March 28

Salutations, Gentle Reader,

Happy Friday! Please note, though, that for the savvy real estate professional, this is the equivalent of Thursday or even Wednesday. With those rare exceptions when I’m visiting my wee one or involved with a seminar, I work weekends. Granted, I may wait until early afternoon on Sundays so as to recharge my spiritual batteries by a leisurely morning with the Pomeranians, a walking meditation in Central Park or along the mighty Hudson’s shore, or a service at St. Luke’s Lutheran Church.

The time I made up my mind that I was certainly going to move to New York was the first weekend of November, 2005. Within a year, I was here! During that visit, I bought some compilation CD’s at the Metropolitan Museum of Art gift shop. The CD’s had classic music with NYC themes. I better understand one of those songs, “Sunday in New York” much better now than I did then.     Sunday parents child

Sundays in New York really are unlike the other days. For people who go to church, it’s because they want to be at church. Bistros and cafés bustle at Sunday brunch, which starts early and lingers late. Parents take children to the playgrounds, the latter creating those temporary relationships in the open-heart manner that only children really achieve. (Bless the child, who is far more capable of living in the present than any adult could hope to do.) Joggers jog. Walkers walk. Readers read. Snoozers snooze. Etc.

Alors, Gentle Reader, I offer you some original poems dedicated to New York, her buildings and people, and her beloved Sundays.

Mimosas are served!
A nosh of fruit and muffins.
More mimosas, please.

brunch at le monde

Laughter. Giggles, snorts.
Full bellied chuckles, snickers.
Happy children play.

Colossus of bones.
Hayden Planetarium.
Teddy on a horse.

Haunting, life-like eyes,
St Joan, defender of faith,
Captured–on canvas.

Candles on altar.
Candlelight in my conscience
Dispelling darkness.

Coffee and The Times
A dab of marmalade winks
French press elixir.

Sunday fun

 

 

 

 

 

Should I ride my bike?
Or catch a flick in Chelsea?
Sunday in New York…

Remain calm, and speak well.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to the planet and the future. Cause no suffering. Go Vegan!
David!