Yesterday morning the omelette won over heated up veggies and meat that I did not enjoy first time around. I dawdled reading the paper as long as I could. I went to the southern end of Manhatten, the first settled part and now the financial district. I went to a choral service at Trinity church, the oldest Episcopalian church and the one that I had been to on Christmas Day with Wendy and her family. I knew it was going to be a special service. Today is Martin Luther King Day, a public holiday for most. Trinity had a special preacher, Ruby Sales, who,I suspect ,many of the congregation had come to hear. She is described in the pew bulletin as a social activist, public theologian,scholar etc etc. In her words she is ' pushing 3 score and 10' but she is still a powerful and engaging speaker. To fit the day we sang 'swing low, sweet chariot', ' mine eyes have seen the glory..' and others. Her message was partly about what she called the troubling in the land. Her less than favourable remarks about Trump drew loud applause.
After lunch I wandered around Battery Park, right on the southern tip of Manhattan. Since I was here last, they have built a different sort of carousel in a building. Instead of a horse you sit in a fish which rotates and goes up and down in a sort of ocean with changing coloured lights. I thought of having a ride but decided not to. I had been disturbed by a flickering fluorescent light at breakfast , didnot much like the changing lights and didnot see how I could get off mid ride if I got queasy trying to take a selfie to prove I had been inside a fish.
Today after breakfast in my apartment I wandered around Central Park for ages.
The sun was shining, I had all my layers on and was warm enough. After lunch in a nice place I pottered in the knitting wool shop that I like for ages looking at things, getting ideas, talking to other people.
Still sheets of ice on the lake. Upper West Side mansions, bare trees.
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