crisis over

is what I asked myself this morning, regarding the possible colonoscopy that I am supposed to have in a few weeks. My "condition" has improved, and I wonder if it is necessary. I see the internist a week from today in the morning, I suppose we will have to see what he says. At this point....at any rate, things are better.
 Last night, first went to pick up my material for the action in the Botanical Garden. I walked from the Franklin Avenue station to the house of the woman organizing the action; she lives on Sterling Street about 7 blocks south.  I walked along Washington Avenue, which fronts on Prospect Park and later the Botanical Garden, then moved around the surrounding streets. Again, and I have posted this before, something about the architecture of the apartment houses around there mesmerizes and fascinates me. Again I see a art deco houses that during my childhood (or really, the first 20 years of my life) were part of the world that I grew up in, a world that was mostly Jewish and crime free. Why do I feel the story of those houses are my story--I long for someone to tell me exactly what it was like, exactly when the change from an all Jewish to substantially black and west Indian neighborhood take place. When was the last time a string quartet was played on a phonograph in those apartment houses.?  Walking around in that area, I feel like I am in an art museum (really!)  Must return soon.
  As for the action, it was easier then I expected.  The Garden (very beautiful, I had never been there befrore)  was full of couples, young families with children from months old to around 8, many lesbian couples, and older couples. Very few visitors on their own. I felt uncomfortable with being what I felt was intrusive, but, to my surprise, the eleven or twelve people I spoke to were very receptive, and concerned about the effect that the tall buildings that might possibly be built on Franklin Avenue might have on the garden, the shadow blocking the appropriate amount of sun necessary to keep the plants thriving. Grinded my way through it, in retrospect, I think I could have offered this information to a few other couples, who, for some reason, I avoided. Still, this morning I felt proud of myself for committing to it.
 This evening, tentatively I plan to go to La Flaca and watch the first (and possibly most important) Yankee-Red Sox game---that is my theater for today---and that might be enough. When I woke up this morning, my body seemed to ache in a way it hadn't before--now, as I sit in the computer at Lincoln Center Library, I am yawning, this seems like it will be very much a "rest" day. Hopefully, I will feel good enough to venture to the lower east side, where La Flaca sits or somewhere else where I can watch most of the game. Anyway, will report tomorrow.