Thursday, September 12, 2019

so, today is your birthday....

what does it all mean..?  I am waiting to hear about a possible session---otherwise the day is totally free---absolutely no plans. Here I sit in the remarkable 42nd street library, surrounded by reading possibilities. May stay here for some time---also, how does a "birthday boy" spend his evening. I have this fantasy of just taking a long walk through Williamsburg and then maybe Bushwick as my "evening activity". Wide open space.....
  Just found out that I will have a session---changes the structure of my day a little  bit--should be in Manhattan until around 5:30--then the choice is mine. Tomorrow is my first day at Friends; my first class does not begin until 10:30, but I will probably get there around 8---try to see everyone---check in on the changes, etc.
  How do you describe what it is to be my age? A vast amount of time (in memory) is covered. Sometimes it is amazing to be how long ago something I remember so well, happened. Other times I simply have to focus on living through the current moment. It is totally spontaneous. I am thinking of the opening lines of Justine, by Laurence Durrell---very moody and sensitive. Is this who I am? Partially, but also I live in the present.
  Yesterday, after a session did go down to La Flaca--my friend Bob, the owner, was not there, but bartender Benjy was very welcoming, and I had a nice conversation with a young actress who had just completed a role in a movie---apparently a Sopranos prequel. Very movie focused, she really had no idea of what was happening in theater in the city at all. I had  really great blt from the restaurant, my stomach was very calm, when she offered to share some of her french fries with me. Of course I could not resist, and in my stomach, chaos ensued. Finally feel that  I have shaken it off now.
  So here I am---will probably spend a bit more time in the library, then this afternoon, see how much energy I have after the session---that will determine if I stay in Manhattan or go to Brooklyn. I will let you know...
 

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