So where are we...

now? At the library at 145street.
  Reports from yesterday: after posting, watched a little bit of the post inaugural action---heard some of Trump's speech--  did anyone notice the contradictions between the speech, in which he claimed he was determined to "help the little guy" and his cabinet selections, who seem to have no interest in anyone poorer then themselves.?  Wonder whether this will come across to his supporters.
 So watched a little bit, while my apartment was being cleaned, then retreated to bookstore, when I returned home to my clean apartment I listened a bit to NPR and their reporting of the moment. Turned it off because the interviewers and people making comments seemed very superficial---very uncomfrontative, and slept a little.
  Then awoke, and had the problem of figuring out what to do for the rest of the day. Happily, I chose to watch the Friends basketball team play Dwight---at the Dwight athletic center---which is located in the most fantastical space: 109th street and first avenue. Adventure going there; many routes pondered, finally decided to take the 3 to 110th and walk the rest of the way. Good idea, since this route shows one several new high rises, some with doormen that have been built in this once terribly poor section of Spanish Harlem. 110th between first and second has two of them. I find this amazing, and ask myself who would choose to live in them? Not because of the older inhabitants of the neighborhood, but there seems to be nothing really "there" to make the choice meaningful. Anyway, that is just my take---arrived at the gym and sat with the Friends group, mostly sophmores who had come to cheer their friends and played in the JV game from before. Enjoyed the game---the gym seemed very cold, a nice contrast to the always overheated gym where the games are played at Friends. Left feeling very up (even though Friends had lost) but then had to decide where to go from there; it was only around 7:15. Too tired to go to Brooklyn and a little turned off on seeing a movie, I opted for The Dive, on 96th and Amsterdam, but alas, arrived there to find it much too crowded, settled instead for the Greek diner on Broadway nearbye, and had my customary BLT and coffee. Good choice as I am reading a really terrific novel by Stephen O'Connor called Thomas Jefferson Dreams of Sally Hemings---all about the relationship of those two. I am really caught up in it, as both characters are being made very believable. Used the quiet of the diner to read and then returned to the apartment.
   Good dream last night, very upbeat---I think it was a carryover from the Friends game, several Friends students (I could not see their faces) were being very helpful to others. Kind of vague, I know, but kept me in a very manic state as I dreamed it.
 Tonight the play that my friend Emily is in---tomorrow football and "others'. will report soon.