three days later....

Tuesday---the one day of the week with no subbing---and strangely enough I feel played out, sort of empty---annoyed at the lack of structure---oh well, tomorrow, plenty of work---yesterday at the tutoring for Chelsea, interrupted by two black kids who wanted something from Kevin, Chelsea's older brother, aged 11---I chased them away---very forceful, but was nervous that they might confront me afterwards--did not happen--still, should I have to tutor under those circumstances? And then there is Chelsea, herself, she is becoming more manipulative--and I feel there is less that I can teach her---less that she wants to absorb----last night, went to Standings after the tutoring, okay, but no one to react to---maybe should have gone into Brooklyn:
Sunday, after taking that incredible bus trip through Tompkins Avenue and after that New York Avenue, I arrive on New York and Eastern Parkway---land that I might have been raised in, had my parents taught in Brooklyn---think about the play that I might conceive (write is too "pompous")that would take place in two time frames----think about taking that trip on the Brooklyn 16, the one that would actually take me through Brownsville and East New York. Would that really free something in me? Should it be necessary?
It is at moments like these I become obsesses with "the journey" and the values of my generation---and what that engenders. Still can't get off the 2 train, and explore Bob Rosenblatt's old block, but would like to...see where all this goes...today later into Williamsburg---definitely!