What now....

cityboy?  Friday morning---three days without formal plans. (July 4th is the cookout at South fourth)
Just nixed a chance to get fairly inexpensive tickets to Hadestown for either Saturday day or evening. Why? Somehow did not want to be locked in to it. But if I don't buy them today, miss them for the rest of the weekend. Nevertheless, will wait it out.
Yesterday, after library visit in morning-early afternoon, found myself tired, returned to the apartment and rested for about an hour. Got up feeling very tired, but determined to attend BAN meeting at
6:30. Arrived early---meeting basically centered around the Brooklyn Community Anti Gentrification forum that will be all day Sunday July 9th. Up to the meeting, I knew nothing about it, however I expect to volunteer and participate all day. There is also a Sunset Park action for the next week, but I have to find out about that by contacting its organizers. So this means that once I get back from Boston, Thursday evening, I will be pretty rushed. Friday open, but on Saturday, should have three sessions then the meeting in the library on Cortelyou about planning for the August 13th march.
Sunday is the forum---that should keep me busy all day. Was asked (informally) to flyer for the meeting outside Brooklyn Museum tomorrow evening when they have their First Saturday open house, but decided not to. Nobody else was doing it, and quite frankly, I just don't like flyering. Works against my image or something. I have contacted two women whom I spoke to at the Friends Reunion in May, and hopefully they will come and bring some people. Will discuss it on my travels around the city during the weekend, but try to keep it separate from my theater friends. Yes, the great "split" between the two worlds. Anyway, when the meeting was over, went over to the Greek place where I could watch a little of the Met game, have a nice cheese danish, and had an informal chat with a kind of odd dude basketball nut about the signing of the new basketball player by the Knicks.
Returned home, exhausted, I had a headache all during the meeting, and went to sleep.
      Then awoke around 2, headache better, found myself unable to sleep, you know what that means, cityboy---we ponder about our fate, about our relationships with others,  sometimes the restlessness and feelings that it produces are incredibly intense, but this is not Williamsburg or the East VIllage, can't just go out and have a coffee at 3. So I remain, trying to figure out things, and wait for the night to end  (O, Endless Night from the Magic Flute). Ironically, because the library is closed on Saturday for the holiday, I feel restless, not relieved, almost angry at the lack of structure that a Saturday without tutoring makes me face.
    Tynan's Biography, written by his widow, Middlemarch, by Eliot, a baseball book by Bret Boone, and the New York Review of Books (great to carry on the subway) are my companions for the weekend (so far). Would like to really read a chunk of Middlemarch (almost done) and am fascinated by what the Tynan book will tell me. Great way of reliving theater in the fifties and sixties, with all the stars and heroes that I grew up worshiping. Only at Tynan's High School years now, so have to move with it. But should be meaningful hearing about his interactions with Oliver, Brook, et, al.
  Time to go must check out reservation for Wednesday at the Boarding house where I will stay in Boston, will finish my time at this computer soon, probably no report until Tuesday, should be interesting.