Early Wednesday morning....

had a weird scare earlier--my computer would not go on. Tried everything but forgot to press the "on" button. For about three hours it seemed like I would be computer-less. All kinds of crazy feelings went about my brain---I had become pretty dependent on it for at least of couple of hours of surfing. Restless,  anxious, what would I do with the time? Only reading..? Anyway, it is back---I discovered the "on" button--false alarm!

  Yesterday two events of importance. Cityboy took a long walk from Amsterdam and 79th to 115th and 8th Avenue. Just as he was approaching the corner of 115th, feeling great---body strong, he slipped and fell on a small grate. Crashed down head first! Stinging! About three people came over to help, he got up, totally conscious, in control---the three good samaritans gave him an ice water bottle, a new mask, and helped him clean up the blood (not a lot of it) coming from the fall. Still, no real damage---sat for a short while, then was able to walk south on 8th then Central Park West to 100th street where he picked up the 10 bus and returned home. Pain in head and leg continued for a while, but have subsided, nicely---I think. CItyboy spent most of the rest of his day in the apartment, but did go out for food and snacks a few times, without a problem.
   The second event: Received in the mail a copy of a compilation of five plays---all written about
100 years ago. One of them, The Mask and The Face, by Luigi Chiarelli has fascinated me since I was assigned to read it in my sophmore year at Hopkins. I had owned a copy, gave it to an actor friend of mine, because I thought he would be perfect for the main male character---and he promptly lost it. Not many copies of this compilation are in print---I was lucky to find a web site where I could buy it. Very much looking forward to reading it again, then want to show it to my friend Sarah--a director---see how she feels about it---maybe collaborate with her on a reading, or produce on on my own---something I have not done in about 18 years. When I read it I will determine if my past instincts about the strength and vision of this play have been justified. Then I will report back.