a strange time....

Friday morning---heavy heat expected---have to stay cool---some things to take care of, but they don't have to be done today---still i would like to do them--kind of in limbo---the only plan I can come up with is by the early afternoon, to hit the Lincoln Center library and read and browse there for about 2 hours. Much room in that library, andd very cool, as the many people who used it pre pandemic seem not to have discovered it now. After that,  maybe stop off at Spectrum and pay my bill as well---it is right near there. And what about my long lost plans to buy new dungarees and a belt? Well, Target is nearbye---perhaps I will stop in there, but possibly will put that off. Better off at Old Navy, but that is a trip.  

Still have not taken my movie "risk"---not sure of when that will happen---in the meantime i read like a fiend. Yesterday read most of Andre Gregory's autobiography (ironically entitled This is Not a Memoir) It reads well---since I am familiar with most of the theater events he describes, and the people who were part of those events, it is easy for me to relate. How many years of theater memories do I carry with me? My other read is Shaw's Major Barbara, and believe it or not, I have found it to be a brilliant play. Totally timeless, and incredibly sharp. When I finish it, in my mind, I would like to read several more of his plays, particularly the ones I don't know. One of the first "adult" movies that I saw when I was less then 10, was Androcles and the Lion, adopted from the Shaw play. Sterling Holloway played the hopeless Androcles. All I remember is him dancing with the lion, and feeling so "adult", because at that young age, I was in the movie theater all by myself.

The movie theater was called The Globe, and it was about 5 blocks away from my apartment house. How many movies did i see there as a kid...I remember there were Friday afternoons, when I would be finished with school, and my father, who was a school teacher would take me to a double feature that began around 4 P.M. Angels in the Outfield, about my favorite team, the Pittsuburg Pirates, and a Bing Crosby movie that had In the Cool Cool Cool of the Evening---those are two I remember off the bat---yes my chidhood: very relaxed and appreciated--very unstressful and rich in imagination.

So we will leave it at that---still in the apartment---no appetite to speak of, but the day is moving on---will report soon.