Interesting moment at,,,,

Barnes and Noble, this morning as I waited for the library to open, and was browsing through American History AP training books. Saw a woman who looks like someone I was involved with, very passionately I might add, come into the bookstore, I think to use the bathroom Face much older now, looked extremely detached, might have been her, might not---still, remember her very distinctive walk---after our relationship ended would see her on the street, she would recognize me and say hello (but not much more)  but at least there was some recognition. Don't know whether she saw me or not, she was moving very quickly, but the closedness of the face, the look straight ahead, the disintererest in anyone in her way, was a sign that she was not looking for contact. Finally happens at this age (she is in her middle sixties) a sense of withdrawing, of moving inward. Of course, I don't really know if it was her---perhaps some odd spectre that reminded me of her, could have been just another elderly person. Not much else to say, I guess---everyone moves through Time differently.
   Speaking of time, had two sessions yesterday, after a day at Friends, wondered at first if I could make it through, but had not trouble, and think, especially in the second session, that I did some of my best work. Today, my one student canceled, may have my "day to day' fifth grader, if not would like to try to go to Friends baseball game, at Randalls Island, of all places. All the baseball fields where the Friends team plays are in odd spots in the city, hard to get to, with pretty pathetic sight lines if you do get there. Saw high school football games at Randalls Island probably when I was in the fifth or sixth grade---Monroe, the school at which my father taught, played a few games there. Anyway, will try to get there by public transportation, or walk over the bridge, this afternoon.
 Sunday, spent the day "at rest" which means no movies or plays, but plenty of walking. Most interesting walk occurred after visit to Brooklyn Library at Grand Army Plaza---walked up to Franklin, then took 2 train to Beverly Road station, got out and walked west along Beverly and then continued west on Cortelyou Road, until I got to then"heart" of Ditmas Park, on Cortelyou between East 16th street and Coney Island avenue. First part of the trip, the streets on Beverly Road near Nostrand, Bedford, Flatbush et.al, was through a mostly west indian neighborhood, very little signs of gentrification. Lots of private houses and some apartments, not as upscale as the ones west of Ocean Ave. It is at that point that things change, the apartments are bigger and include some co-ops, the diversity of the neighborhood begins to include white people. Something about that neighborhood appeals to me very much, thought what it would be like to live there, might be fun, but so far away from my work in Western harlem---would take forever to get home,. These are all pipe dreams anyway, am "stuck'  in my apartment on UWS. Still, enjoy the wandering, after which I took a subway and three buses (yes that is right) to Williamsburg and my place at the South Fourth street bar,
Bartender Olivia, a really nice person, whom I enjoy encountering at this time was there---not too many other people there that I knew, usually there is more--mostly watched first hour of the Yankee game, watched a fellow bar patron 'terrorize"  (play) with his dog. Returned home by subway the usual wasy.
Tonight not sure what the evening holds, Yankee-Royal series full of surprises, might just want to fnd a place to watch that. Some other options...? We will see