so...the summer....

is finally over. labor day weekend, the longest weekend of all. Yet I did so many things. As I sit in the library now, I await my tutoring session with Kyla later this afternoon, yet all seems raw and nerves. Why?
Did I accomplish a lot this weekend. Was I supposed to?
Friday: afternoon Syble's reading at NYTW. After that made decision to go to Standings for baseball immersion. Pretty sucessful, had a nice time, nice chat with a couple who lived in Manhattan, and good feedback from bartender Aaron. Did not say hello to Erin, who was bartending next door at Burp Castle.
Why? Keep putting off visiting her. Maybe this week...?
Saturday; very tired yet read Peter and the Starcatcher in preparation for my tutoring session today. Did not leave the neighborhood, something very rare for me. Saw A Most Wanted Man Saturday evening. First time in big theater on west side in a long time. Incredible tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman. A remarkable performance, his cry in the last minutes of the movie, such a cry of pain, shows how much he had inside him. His performance, seen in tandem with his death, is revelatory. So much feeling inside of him.
Afterwards wandered over to Lincoln Center, watched end of Don Pasqale on big TV in front of Met.
Sunday, went to Mayday, participated in Climate Project arts building, simply cut star figures from oak tag. Really silly, right, yet went about doing it very seriously.A few nice conversations with some of the workers, always good to see Lucas. Have some ideas for the downstairs space which opens in November. Will see if I can make them work.
Afterwards, Jesse's reading and then late dinner at La Flaca. Nice to really see Bobby again. Two long walks, one from union square to HERE, one from HERE (spring street and sixth avenue) all thew way across town to La Flaca (Clinton and Grand). All the way through Soho and east.
Monday, good lesson with Noagh, helped him a lot, cook out, good conversations with Clint and activist Sara, and finally Onegin at Met, outside, one among about 800 spectators all seeing the opera for free, rapped to attention. A remarkable event for me, first time in a long time hearing the opera straight through, somehow in this setting could really get the feel for it. Then tired and off to bed.
Did not sleep fitfully any of the nights. always up around 3. Strange dreams, can't remember.
Today not sure after tutoring Kyla what I will do, probably stay in library and read one or two more of Tanner's explanations of Shakespeare's plays.