Lincoln Center Library, not far from posting for yesterday, when I received a text from Friends, asking me to take over two classes for a teacher who had gotten sick. The text arrived at 11:40; the first class was at 12:35. Could I get there in time? Of course--the subways run very quickly even with one change. I arrived about 12:15--enough time for a cup of coffee before the first class. Rather proud of that, though I think at the school, it was just seen as "normal". Anyway, that is what happened. A session in the late afternoon, meant that all I could do is go home and rest for the rest of the day.
Today, just one session---I am debating with myself if I should buy a ticket for the Moby Dick project at ART. It could be amazing---I know the director, composer and one of the leads. They have some $50.00 seats left. It would mean spending the night at a hotel in Boston (or Cambridge), another expense---but it is obviously coming to NY, and it would be good to see it before it arrives. I would be the envy of all my theater friends. Well, we will see---its during the Christmas vacation so I would have the time. It is all instinct.
Tomorrow a full day at Friends and then maybe a protest in Brooklyn against the aggressive policing of black youths that has gone on in the city for the past two weeks. Hope I won't be too tired to make it. No reminiscences today, as life seems to be existing only in the present. Will report soon.
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