happy in spite of the....

chaos, because went to Fringe web site and saw my name on the staff list. That means that I will be hired to run a box office in August (did you really think otherwise, cityboy?) Something to look forward to---even if it does occupy a different world then the activist one that I have been participating in.
   Saturday,  after library, went to meeting to organize Flatbush march in August. About eight of us were there--unfortunately not two of the people who I liked from the meeting previously. Decided on poster, also planned the march. Without police supervision, which I was not too happy with, but will go along with it. Fringe will begin the day before so that it is possible that I won't be able to take part at all. Vision is very much Imani's; sometimes I disagree with him, other times I think he likes to show the rest of the group that I am wrong (when I talk about something re the group). Yet in spite of this, I think he likes and respects me----I have to remember that he is much more involved in all these problems than I am; I can retreat to the comfort of my small apartment on the upper west side, or my interest in baseball or theater, in a way that he and the others living in Flatbush, and seeing and hearing the harassment on a daily basis, can't. Left feeling very tired, toyed with the idea of seeing a movie, decided against it, returned home around 7 in a very fatigued state, went to bed almost immediately---awoke many times during the night. A restless one.
  Dream early Sunday morning: I am in a city bus riding from Manhattan to the Bronx. I am sitting in the back, near me are a man and a woman in their twenties, holding each other very closely. I am returning "home"---it is late at night---dark blue, wondering if the bus will let me off close enough to where I live. Bus goes from Manhattan to the Bronx, finally stops under the subway (2 line) near Lydig Avenue, maybe a little south of that; I prepare to get off and walk to Thwaites Place, where I was raised. At that point I awake--shocked at the fact that in the dream I interpret my "home" to be the apartment and street in which I was raised. Freaked me out.
  Sunday---my "free" day. After chatting with my brother on the phone, headed to Standings, only to find that just two baseball games were on, because the "important" soccer game was coming up. Stayed a bit, then stopped for coffee nearbye--then to Williamsburg where I wandered around near McCarren Park for about an hour. Always interested in the geography of those streets---walked into Greenpoint, a few blocks north on Manhattan Avenue, but feeling tired, decided to wait for 62 bus to get to South Fourth. Which is what I did, then "hung out" there for a while, had a really nice talk with bartender Olivia, we went over passed friends from the bar who we had not seen in a while. Left an walked to L; had to have ice cream before I took the subway---really good chocolate cup, but kind of heavy for where my stomach was, still paying for it (slightly) now.
 One more thing: discovered a typing "station run by the city on the south east side of McCarron.
 On an old typewriter, one can compose ones thoughts. Wrote about 5 lines, think that I will return and use it again. Good to know that it is there.
 Today, meet with Mike at Furee, then--not sure will things will go....