Saturday, March 12, 2016

so there I was...

on Tuesday morning, passed 7:30, when the last call to work at Friends usually arrives, figuring out how to spend the morning, when out of the blue--Nadim, who teaches arabic at Friends, asked me to sub for him. Had a hectic afternoon schedule, thought that some rest might be good for me in the morning, but of course I said "yes", and thus began another four day grouping of work at Friends, Approach early Saturday very tired---the last four evening were spent doing nothing but resting, but with only one session today, and possibly one tomorrow, should have no problem getting through the weekend.
Tonight want very much to go to Bushwick Starr to see if I can get into Claire Barron's piece there. They are all sold out, and not doing an extension, but if I get to the Starr by 7:15, should get a nice place on the wait list, and hopefully will get in. If not, well there are plenty of hang out places around, might take the L one stop back and see what is happening at Pine Box Rock Shop or check at Syndication, the new movie theater-bar restaurant that has opened near the Morgan stop. As I write this, I feel pretty rested, so by this evening, should not be tired, and can probably go.
I have plans to teach tomorrow in a library in the Bronx, will probably go there today after one session that I have and check out the place, Of course, going back to the Bronx is always an "experience"---the Concourse area, where the library is, hold so many memories and associations from my formative and teen-age years. Should be an interesting trip.
Friends has one more week to go before its (much needed) Spring Break. No work yet, but if things remain as they have been, should be there at some point. The break should be nice for me, not getting up in the morning and thinking about being called will be nice, but there seem to be a million choices of plays, or operas to see, or events to take part in the evenings, including a BAN project. Well, let it happen, this constant improvisation that my life is about can be wearing, but in light of what I have set up for myself, it seems to be the only way

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