Monday morning....

so what more is there to say about the election. Everyone has their own vision. Can only listen and dialogue where possible. That's all.
Yesterday: awoke with terrible pain in my right foot. This was during the night. Very nervous about ramifications, but by the evening, the pain had mostly gone away, and I was functioning normally.  My life from early Tuesday morning, when I got up early to vote, to Saturday evening, had been pretty intense. Rested most of last night, really needed that rest.
  Saturday evening did not want to "isolate" myself at a movie, where then to do to "hang out"? Luckily picked La Flaca. Bobby, my friend the owner, was not there, but sat next to a very nice guy who was watching the Knick game (I had come there to do the same thing) and had some interesting conversations with him. He is a legal aid lawyer (immigration) and had just been attending an anti-election rally at Fifth Avenue. Discussed the current situation and gave him some input about my favorite hang outs in Williamsburg and Bushwick. (You know what they are if you have been reading this blog).
Sunday that is just what I did. First South fourth, Jet game was on, nothing happening there, only stayed a bit---did not immediately want to go to Bushwick, decided it was time to explore Patchen Avenue. a street in the eastern sector of Bed Stuy---took the Broadway bus that turns on Malcolm X Boulevard, got off around Lafayette. Walked south on that street until Greene Avenue, then east to Patchen. The streets between Malcolm X and Patchen are extremely long. Many beautiful Brownstones on Greene, as on other streets that I spied as I walked up Patchen. Neighborhood fairly quiet at that time (around 3:00 P.M.)  Found the bar, the Welky, which I wanted to explore on the corner of Monroe and Patchen. It seems to arise out of nowhere, somewhat out of character for the neighborhood. Just opened, bartender sitting at the bar, by himself, seemingly doing some "bar work". I decided not to go in----could predict the discussion that I might have with this guy if he were willing to talk. Also stomach fairly full, could not bring myself to order a beer. So I continued south on Patchen, my destination Fulton, from where I would either take a bus or a train to the Junction and pick up the L back to Jefferson and Cobra. Reached Fulton and opted for the bus. Watched as it traveled the most eastern streets of Bed Stuy and arrived at the Junction. Still find this kind of traveling fascinating, want to do more of it before it gets cold---will I have the time?  Got the L back to Manhattan quickly (though I was very tempted to explore in the other direction) and hit Cobra--read some of the Times, too tired to concentrate much on the Steeler-Cowboy game. When I left I was truly exhausted. Just took the L back to Manhattan and 2 home. Asleep very soon afterwards, slept the sleep of sleeps, could feel my body just going with it---this continued all night--I suppose it was necessary after the four days of work at Friends and heavy session on Saturday.
    Return to Friends tomorrow for two days and a final one on Friday. Thanksgiving is upon us soon. It seems very early this year. Must go to the maps and look at where I was yesterday. Will report next time.