to begin again...

Am I ready to begin again. Now the computer is in my home---truly part of my life. A totally different reality, in that I can go to it any time---find any web site that I wish, ad infinitum. Up to Tuesday, being stuck mostly in the apartment meant I had two choices: to read or to call or text friends. Very simple. In between that was simply contemplation---a silence--almost a voyage between the two choices. Now comes the computer--the third choice. Well, it is mine now, and I better deal with it. So what does that mean about putting things down here.
  Just finished the first Paul Auster novel, City of Glass--kind of fascinating if a bit opaque, but that is probably what he wants. As is usual in Auster, there are shifting points of view, realities that lead to other realities and also a lot of "doubles" ,that is people who morph at times into other people.
  So where to begin? Should I create memories on this blog, or talk about the present. Last night I was able to find an hour film about the making of West Side Story---it covered a lot of ground that I already knew, but I always get a kick out of listening to the interviews of some in the original cast, or hearing the endless anecdotes about Bernstein, Robbins etc. Also have played "opening doors" my favorite Sondheim, from Merrily We Roll Along, several times---it brings me much happiness. Merrily in some ways for me echoes West Side Story---don't ask me to explain the links, but in some ways it does. Even Merrily's overture---a truly brilliant piece by itself--seems to echo the West Side Story overture.
   Also yesterday,  I took a walk---from 76th and West End to 119th and Broadway. A long walk, but my body really loves doing it. During this lockdown, it is important to me to leave the apartment, unless the weather is really bad. Not sure about today---the weather is "grimy', but definitely tomorrow and Sunday---possibly I will end up in Brooklyn again.
  But that remains to be seen. Will stop now---and try to keep going most days.