one day off...

It is service day at Friends, and so I am off today. I will return for the next two days, and already have 4 days scheduled for next week. Yesterday, it was difficult going up to the library at 162nd street for a session with a student, but I did it. It was a valuable session, the student really needed my input. But going north after a day at Friends is not something I look forward to--still, I should do it---if my day at Friends is just a half day, it is not so much of  a problem.
Lots of events coming up--tomorrow evening is the Friends upper school concert for the orchestra and chorus. Many students I know are performing; I have to go. Friday will be too difficult for evening activity. I hope to see my friend Sybil's project either today or Saturday (the only other choice), Then there are three other projects that friends of mine are doing---two of them run through the19th, and a host of other projects and productions the either sound interesting (like the Summer and Smoke revival)  or are with people that I am slightly acquainted with (that would include Hearbeat Opera, a company with what seems like interesting ideas about, this year, Don Giovanni, and Fidelio)  So it goes on. Even if one was retired, and did nothing in the days but wait to see these plays and operas, I doubt one could see all of those that seem interesting.
 Speaking of Summer and Smoke, I first became acquainted with that play in the summer of 1960 at Timberland, the adult camp where I was a waiter and sometime actor. Summer and Smoke was one of the eight plays the group put on that year (I probably remember all of the others, but I won't name them now) It is an interesting play, I really got to know it that year, since it was done four times, and I think I did the lights for it (or something like that). Looking back, that was a strange summer;I was a waiter in a fairly laid back setting at sixteen and a half, surrounded by grown up.. At times I was definitely in over my head---probably too young to experience the whole thing, yet my parents, who at times could be overprotective, were comfortable with me taking on this task. I was about to begin my first year at Hopkins---had three weeks between labor day and orientation at Hopkins to just hang tough. I remember thinking that the play was very viable--that is, it made sense from beginning to end. Will see how I relate to the present revival, assuming that I see it.
I think that is really all for now---will probably report over the weekend.