No Pelleas, just sleep...

was the order of the early evening yesterday. Yes, I had hoped to see Pelleas at the Met, or at least an act of it, if I was too tired for the whole thing, but after two sessions and a quick walk between 160th and Saint Nicholas and 145th and Amsterdam, there was very little energy left in me. Had a blt and coffee at the Greek diner on 100th street. It is still fairly "reasonable"---that is the two cost 10.00, before the tip.That is what it is today---will it go up further as the years go by?  Something to think about when it comes to the future.
  My friend Frank is in Gatz next week, and I thought I could get some staff tickets but it looks like it might not happen as the only tickets remaining were $150.00, and even half price would be too expensive. I will try one or two more ERS "contacts" to see if there is another way I could get in, but it just might not happen. Too bad, I was looking forward to taking another look at Gatz; I had seen it a few years ago in Boston--liked it, though I was a little disappointed in the last few scenes. So now it may not happen. Oh well, lots of other plays around that I should see.
  No work at Friends today, but tonight I will go to a jazz concert--a benefit for the shelter at Friends---and check in. Rest of the week stays in abeyance---depending on work and sessions.
   I mentioned in yesterday's blog that my first year as a Science 10th grader was awful. Why? Well, at the Annex, we were all put in classes that traveled together---no individual schedules. The result was that one, we were isloated, and two, our class only got to know others in the class---and there were some interesting people there---but in retrospect it was like another year in Junion High School. It wasn't until I got to the main building in September of 58 that I got any sense of an individual schedule. Sometimes I felt unmoored in that situation, but it was better then the year before. Of course my classes' stay at the main building on 183rd street and Creston Avenue was shortlived, as in March of that year we moved to Bronx Science's new (and present) building close to Bedford Park Boulevard. That was a story in itself--a new building and the beginning of my infatuation with Judy M, an infatuation that, unfortunately (at least for me) did not turn out well. The story of that---and other lost loves, some other time.