after the weekend...

and the bleary day that ended it, today is a nice fall day. No work at Friends today---again the contradiction of not working intrudes in my life. One session, which means that my evening is free---would like to go to Brooklyn, maybe stop off at Molasses (I could not go there yesterday)  or have a meal at the very friendly, but very (for me) expensive restaurant adjacent to Zablotskis. (why do I keep forgetting its name) . And yet it annoys me that I am not called to work---even if it means simply coming home and collapsing after a day at Friends and possibly a session.
  Saturday night---fought fatigue but did manage to get to Jack in Brooklyn to see my friend Amina's play, The Johnsons. As usual, much of her dialogue and conception is very imaginative--just when you think she is repeating herself, she always surprises you with dialogue that seems truly startling and inventive. Like her last work at Jack, the play went on too long---the last 15 minutes of it or so, s the play and its characters run in place. The actors give it there all---happy that I went---the new space at Jack seems nicely functional---this was standard black box; I am sure it could be used other ways as well. After the play grabbed a 25 bus and proceeded west on Fulton---stopped off at the Gotham Market and watched some of the Yankee game---I asked the bartender for just a seven up and he was very nice about giving it to me. Later I had some nice sushi. I like that place and basically feel welcome there (another option for tonight?) Then returned home.
 Yesterday, a quiet day in the pouring rain---Cobra Club seemed a bit out of the way, but again I ended up at the Gotham Market, this time to have some ice coffee and watch a lot of the Giants-Cards football game. Most of the afternoon was spent shuttling between the Market and the new Fiction Center, less then a block away. There, I read a fascinating article about what the not for profit theater has become and a whole poetry-autobiography by a very sensitive woman of color. The Center is a great space for reading--one really feels there is nothing else one wants to do there---except to browse, and think of the potential that exists in the many books on their shelves. I returned home fairly early (for me) but carrying the fatigue of the past two days, went to sleep easily.
  Just read an on line article about my classmate and the possibility that he might enter the presidential race. It ends with his giving a smarmy---grotesque statement to another candidate who is participating in one of his forums whose vision of the future of our country is far more liberal than his. I simply hope he won't get involved--if he does, it will be interesting to see how he defends his staunch and unwavering belief that Wall Street is good for everyone.
  That is all for now---the future is ahead, will report soon.