a little bit more relaxed...

today, re the colonoscopy. Still not clear if I have accepted it---different feelings at different times. Yesterday at the play at Jack, I ran into an old friend, Eric, really good to see him. He has had a few, including one about two weeks ago. Like everyone else that I have spoken to who has had one, he said it was no trouble and he has emerged from it exactly as he entered. He certainly seems normal. Well, let the conversation continue. Actually I found out yesterday that my debit card, the one that I had used to pay for my appointment with the specialist, was used against my will yesterday. Who is to blame.? Well, Thursday was the only time I have actually paid for something with the card for the last two years or so. It is possible that someone in the Ryan Center took the card off the computer, and paid for some stuff. The fraud people caught up with it, and the money will be returned to my account---I have to visit the bank on Monday to make this happen. Made sure of that this morning.
 Yesterday evening as mentioned, I went to Jack, a great place to see a play---you are so close, and saw my friend Amina's play, called Hunter, Jack and Jane. A fanciful piece---her last play, which I really liked called Ducklings was totally realistic, and for my mind, a really terrific piece of writing.
It was about 5 black women (one middle class the other four working class) competing in a "booty'
dance contest. Here she uses a mixed race cast, the play takes place in a park, and for the first hour has a gentle presence about it---as several characters reveal their hopes and fears. I was very happy with it---admired that she was trying something completely different from Ducklings stylistically---but as the play went on, I became frustrated. The final half hour seemed merely to repeat past moments---the playwright fell in love with her characters and vision, but brought only repetition to the play, Glad it was over, but good to see Eric, there with his daughter Sophia, who has just graduated college and is a would be film maker, and of course, good to be in Brooklyn.
  Afterwards, rejected the bar near the theater High Hops (not sure why) and instead opted for a beer and some french fried at old reliable Mullanes. Not very crowded, much baseball to watch, not a lot of contact until the end. I know I will never find "excitement" at Mullanes, but go there anyway---just an easy place to be, and the bar staff seems to know me, which always helps. Headed home reading Rachel Kushner's intense and brutal novel, the Mars Room, which I will continue today.
  It is afternoon, saw Rushmore at IFC this morning---a charming and alive movie that everyone should see once. Not clear about evening plans, may go back to the apartment to rest after this, will report on Monday.