here we are....

Wednesday morning, just received instructions from Josh whom I will be subbing for on Friday, have to read The Custom House. part of The Scarlet Letter by Hawthorne, good, for that is the only reason that I would read it. Want to be prepared to run a good class.
Yesterday, library quite the opposite of Monday, very hectic, spent a lot of time "shushing" students, a much more frenetic day there. Left feeling very tired, proceeded to BAN meeting, only to find out it had been canceled, not a problem for I was very tired, needed to get home. Some part of me considered that if I knew the meeting was off, I could have gotten a ticket for Tanheuser at the Met, which began at 7---however, in view of the fact that I was exhausted, probably would not have been a good idea, really sorry that I will miss it this year. A few minutes out of the BAN space, realized that I was not carrying my library book Saint Mazzie that I had brought to Friends. Panicked, did I leave it at BAN? Did not think so, probably left the library without it---still, very disconcerting, I never lose anything---on the 1 train back to home, felt very annoyed and angry.
Thought of going to a bar to watch game one of World Series, but was too tired, just returned to the apartment, and actually fell asleep for most of the game. A quick smoothie run at around 12:30 was the only voyage I took last night.
Then a depressing dream, do not remember much of it except that traveling home, I had to go through Charles and 34th in Baltimore, the street that faces the Hopkins Campus. Returned to apartment (this is still the dream) realized that I had forgot my keys, panicked, the  awoke feeling weird.
What does it mean...? Well, the Hopkins part probably is a statement of how much those four years there impacted me, and how the memories and acts of those years still "haunt" me. Have to deal with the fact that some of those I interacted with profoundly at that time are now dead, or probably have forgotten much of the content of our encounters--unlike myself, who remembers much in detail. Henry Roth, the novelist, was able to reconstruct his whole childhood and teen-age years while in his eighties. Amazing!
Today, a few lessons, then a possible trip to BAN to help make some flyers for an action tomorrow, which I do not want to participate in.  Still, need to make a contribution.
Otherwise, not sure how much time I can give to my "art" projects, that is seeing the plays that my friends are doing, during this very hectic time. Glad I have tickets to A View From the Bridge on Saturday evening--other plays like Barbecue at the Public and Perfect Arrangement that an actress friend of  mine is in might have to be skipped. And what about my planned return visit to Cindy and Jeff's project at the Bushwick Starr---can I do it?
Stay tuned, as the next two weeks play themselves out.