and go to Brooklyn at this moment, I would. But it is close to 4A.M., Sunday, October 31, and even for someone as "adventurous" as me, a subway trip at this hour is impossible. So here I am, early in the morning, not wanting to go back to bed, with a crick in my neck that I am trying to understand, and the rest of my body feeling pretty good.
So what now...? Talk about the body, the chemo, now down to just one a day, and moments when the body feels like it lacks muscles. But it does---there is just a different feeling then before.
What have I done this week..? Well tutoring--got a new student on Thursday who needs a lot of input. Hope that I will continue with him. Tutoring feels very vital to me at this moment---really enjoy the interaction---and the pressure on me to help the student improve. Travels....? Well not many. Just the trips to the library on 145 street---several times this week---incidentally, two of the coffee places I would visit before or after a session in that area have closed---one very suddenly. Only other trip of note was to the Harry Belafonte library in Harlem (115street) to pick up a book that was only at that place. Kind of interesting---for all the news of Harlem's gentrification---things looked pretty "scruffy" around there. The rest of the time---well I continue to read Henry Roth's novel---the one that brings me back to the echoes of my family---going slowly--sometimes it is a little too heavy for me. Then a sports book about the Nets of 2019-20---a little too much trivia in the beginning, but still i read on---and just took out a book by Michael Riedel which chronicles, in detail, several important theatrical eventsn of the 90's. Good to read---i followed most of those events closely, so the detail adds to what I mostly remember. A lot of detail--he must have worked hard to get that information An easy read.
Still no visits to a theater---just one movie--the world of "culture" in the city seems alive with possibilities. But can I take advantage of them? The illness and the chemo create a stamina issue---I can be tired by 6 or 7 P.M. Just imagine if I was well---I might see four plays this weekend. The Met has Die Meistersinger--would love to see one of those performances---only two more weekday choices---of course it is six hours long---possibly see the whole opera in two different evenings ---first act one night--third act another---skip the second act---it is kind of bland in relation to the other two---that is one idea. Of course with 40 minute intermissions, I could easily make the 10 blocks to my apartment---make sure the bag was behaving itself, and then return to the Met. But could I do that twice..? Quite an assignment.
This evening I thought of the time pre pandemic---choosing a play was easy---there was usually a friend---a part of the "indie community" who was performing somewhere. It was nice---everyone knew you---there was a purpose for being there---now where is "the community"? All over, how many of them know of my illness---things are so different now. What is next...? With all my current obstacles, can I regain my space..? We will see....
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