Will we ever know.....

asks the three sisters in Chekhov's play. Same thing for me, as I am prepared to forgo my scheduled colonoscopy for Monday. Not the right time, and my body is feeling very strong. Yet when I described some symptoms I had on Sunday evening to my friend Robin, she said they were similar to hers when around the time she was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. A sobering thought--made me think a little bit about not rejecting--but in the end, I will put the procedure off---possibly later---I will see the doctor I am very fond of on Wednesday the 24th, and we will talk about a possible later test. At least that is what it seems at this moment.
A quick rehash of Saturday---attended the Preludes at Segal Center---interesting work, saw a lot of people that I know, gossiped a little etc. Then it was off to the Access Theater to see the "Checkhov Mishmash" that I mentioned in the last blog post.This is a young company, all whom have studied at ART. In actuality, they performed most of The Three Sisters, with some "mishmash" thrown in. Nothing that they added seemed to enlarge or build on the meaning of the play---they were interludes that I found mostly sophmoric. But  a lot of the evening was just a performance of The Three Sisters, and the cast took an honest and sincere approach to the work. No great acting, but everybody worked hard. The fourth act found the strength and sadness in the play, making the evening satisfying.
 While I was there, met an interesting high school senior (girl) who was seeing the play, We had an interesting conversation. She had not read the play, so I wondered how it would effect her. She said she liked it---I urged her to read the real play, and also the other three major plays that Chekhov wrote.
  The Access theater is in a loft on Broadway and White Street, two blocks south of Canal. When the play was over, wanted to go into a bar and have a meal, but everything around there was so expensive. I walked from the theater to Houston Street, through the western edge of Soho--I was amazed at how many restaurants (upscale) were packed at around 10 p.m. So much money that seems to be willing to be spent. I ended up with a pizza slice (all that I could afford) and finally took the subway home.
  Sunday was a slower day---did see a movie fresh from the film festival called Private Lives---the story of a white approaching middle aged couple trying to have a baby. Very well written with tart dialogue, a little too self satisfied, though. As usual, the white middle classs "liberal couple and their friends showed no interest in a world outside themselves. So it is either see a movie by a black writer-director and process the pain and disenfranchisement of people of color, or see a "new york" movie about intellectuals that avoids the topic or race and only touches on the topic of class. That seems to be the choice these days.
  Not sure about tonight, the first night that I may actually be able to do something, since I am not at Friends today. Will report soon.