Tuesday morning....

just found out about subbing at Friends, a week from Wednesday---all good---although no commitments for this week, have two, then three, then two, a decent amount.
Yesterday, had a session and then found myself fatigued, so I spent the rest of the evening resting at home. Much energy as I awake in the middle of the night (nothing new there) but not terribly tired now. Had a dream that I seem to have blocked, but I remember getting up feeling angry and frustrated---what was it about? Not sure. The seder at cousin kayla's house is coming up tonight---i still have a cold, so I think I will take it easy today---explore "nothingness"---let my mind thaw out.
The only book that I am reading now is the Casey Stengel biography---"old Case" and it is definitely easy reading. His run as manager of the Yankees  roughly parallels the first years of my baseball interest, and though I have read other books about that time, and remember it well, will probably go through that again.
Oh, how, as a child, I hated the Yankees---in the fifties they were like a colossus---destined by fate to win all the time (exception: 54 and 59) I always rooted for the teams that played them, the Indians, with their big three pitchers (Lemon, Wynn and Garcia) the White Sox with Minnie Minoso and company, and of course the Red Sox. They did not win a pennant between 50 and 60, but they had some amazing players--Ted Williams and Jimmy Pearsall in the same outfield (Third outfielder was Jackie Jenson) One labor day double header, Pearsall ended a rally by the Yankees with an amazing catch in front of the right field stands. Those were my guys. Of course, going to the Stadium in those days was like being invited into this monolith. The stands were cold and of course, distant (but I learned my baseball in the upper deck) and the message from staff (what you could see of them) was that one consider oneself lucky to be watching this amazing machine go from success to success. Much different was the atmosphere in the Polo Grounds, across the river, with only two decks, much better sight lines, and an energy  which gave off a sense that the game was being played for your enjoyment More memories to come.
Tonight at the seder, it is usual to sing the song that ends with the words "nations shall go to war no more". I know that my cousins were raised with that song, and that they probably see it as a connection to their late mother, but I find saying those words at this point in history, distasteful---this is the one thing we (or civilization) has not accomplished. Do I bring it up with my cousins; simply not sing, or just go along with it. Have to figure that out, will report tomorrow