much to....

write about...but where to begin. Let's begin in the Bronx, yesterday, to Alexander Avenue and140 street to get a book about Cortes. Neighborhood has been gentrified, to all accounts, and the two streets from 138th to 140th are lined with beautiful brownstones. But most of the people I saw were black and hispanic, and to my awareness, poor, library crowded with adults of all races and sizes (children will come later)  at about noon. Real need for it. Decided to walk then to 149th street and third avenue to catch train back to uws.
Interesting walk, mostly projects and commercial, 147th-149 area simply comes on to it. That area terribly crowded.
Tired from Tuesdays subbing at Friends and a lesson. Yesterday no work should have stayed home, but  picked up check and then went to aforementioned library. Around 5 really exhausted. Returned home around 7, went right to bed, had a good night's sleep  woke up at around 1, a little energy returned to bed, then around 4 for good. Still, body feels more relaxed and energetic. This afternoon have a dentist's appointment, then a lesson, then....not sure. Lots of things to see, while at the same time, if not tired, might want to visit brooklyn, say hello to Michael, the bartender at
Two Boots or visit South Fourth, maybe even play karoaoke if not too tired, but of course that assumes that I will even be there. Movies galore this weekend, what about my friend Kristen in Fortress, many other options, they come out me in floods, have no idea which "artistic event" is more valuable then the other, just try to go to ones that friends are in. The weekend looks unstructured so far, which means that.....
Went to Barnes and Noble this morning to kill time, read a little bit about David Greenglass, the brother of Ethel Rosenberg whose testimony helped convict her. Still fascinated by it, then a short story by Hemingway, then another called A Days Wait. About a boy who gets sick, I remember a date with Sally on a Friday in 1962, first time I understood what warmth was, she talked a lot about that story, seems to have gotten to her, later we went to a movie at the Senator, Sally loved previews. We were incredibly together that Friday. Still remember it in every detail, , the movie was The Miracle Worker. Probably the best date we ever had (or was it simply the best date that I ever had) though we had some intense ones later. But yes, as I read A Days Wait, thought only of her. She believed that the boy would get better, Dybek, in a short story that I read this weekend felt that he would die, why did Sally believe that he would get better, what was it to her...? Why did that story mean so much...?