never at rest....

cityboy-s mind, body, hard to say. No work today---a very hectic day yesterday, a program at Friends followed by a session on 145th street. After the session, retreated to the new Spanish bakery almost across the street from the library. There, as a form of congratulation for some hard work, gorged myself on a delicious but large piece of chocolate fudge cake with some really good coffee. Just about closed up my stomach for the rest of the night, which was spent at the apartment chilling out after the long day. Did not sleep well either, but got through it. Tomorrow a return to Friends, I will be in the library all day---the another session uptown. No work today---I both need the break, but also feel incredibly restless when the structure is gone. Tomorrow at Friends all day in the library. Kind of grueling, but I want to be there.
  Saturday, it became too difficult to go to Flatbush for the activist meeting in the afternoon and then to Bushwick for the Starr anniversary show Instead, came home, rested, and had a revelation listening to Mefistofele  the opera written by Arrigo Boito on the radio. Great singing, particularly from Angela Meade, singing Marguerite--I had heard the opera before---city opera did it in the sixties and seventies, with the great bass baritone, Norman Treigle. Surprised that I knew it that well. Still, excited by just hearing it; it is a much better opera then I thought---the music just rushed at me while I was at home.
 That evening headed to the Starr for their anniversary program. I felt this could be a special day for me and I was right. Lots of people there that I knew, lots of good conversation---some friends whom I had not seen in a few years, very happy to see me. Just learned that my friend Frank and his wife Nyla, will be returning to NY after living a few years in Seattle.Great news! It will be fun to hang out with him. This party-performance was really a chance for me to rediscover my "theater self". Lots of very specific conversations. All good, was very happy when I left.
 That night, alone in bed, figured out what the "reality" of the whole thing meant. Perhaps more will be revealed later.
 The next day, Sunday, a nice day weather wise, returned to Bushwick to watch the first part of the Giant game at Cobra--Olivia, my bartender friend was happy to see me, but the bar was filled with very loud people, proclaiming their love of being smashed---not the best way to follow a football game. Left and went to the BAM area--but tired quickly---found myself returning to the apartment by 6, staying there into the night, preparing for the next day of work at Friends.
  Tonight, will see how I feel around 5. I would like to go to La Flaca and see if my friend Bob, the owner is there, but will be determined by energy level. Lots of other choices as well---will report soon.