On those blocks the luxury high rises sit next to normal apartment buildings. Some look like they were built in the fifties, after the "el" came down, but next to them are tenements--remnants of the time the streets east of third avenue were considered a slum---a place for the working poor. (that wonderful opera, Street Scene by Weill, Hughes and Elmer Rice takes place on such a block), Those three and four story building seem like artifacts---little objects waiting to be destroyed so that more luxury housing can be built. But will it...?
It was a meaningful walk and my session with the nurse was a fruitful and happy one' nothing like I had imagined, I left, crossed the park by bus, and in the afternoon went to Best Buy and bought the charger taht would keep my computer alive for Thanksgiving.
Friday morning, the woman who cleans my apartment is coming---between now and then...what? Totally empty time---I should be happy that all my anxiety problems have disappeared--no anticipated worries and yet.....feel kind of empty.
Tomorrow---stay at home. For the last 30 (yes, thirty) years have celebrated Thanksgiving with my cousin Kayla, her husband Stan and family in Brooklyn. With one exception, this will be the first thanksgiving when i will not be there. Strange---such a part of my life---almost feel that I will get on the 2 train and go to their apartment in Prospect Heights anyway, just out of habit and inability to believe the party is not happening. Well, we will see--have to prepare for the apartment cleaning--that takes some work in itself. How will it all turn out---will report soon.
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