Christmas eve morning---the whole world seems to be hanging on a thread. Lots of activity, in theaters and other places, while simultaneously, things are shutting down. Sad to hear about the play, Thoughts of a Colored Man---I had hoped to see it, though its prices were high. But just to have it stop dead like that, because of Covid--sad and startling. If I am going to see any plays at all, in the next two weeks, I want to see Slave Play, and Trouble in Mind. I hope they survive. And movies---well that too---there are enough of them to keep me occupied in the next ten days.
Why ten days? Because, as I write this, I have no more tutoring sessions until January 3. So ten days of unstructured time. Will see what my body allows me to do. This week, I had four tutoring sessions, one per day, but after the trip to 145 street and the session, not much more that I could do but return home and "chill". Body is satisfied with that. Now that the effort I put into the sessions is negated, and so is the trip, will I have some ability to move around the city? Certainly I want to spend time in the new Drama Book Store, and take advantage of their incredible vast library of plays. Center for Fiction in Brooklyn, by BAM? I used to live going to that place--pre pandemic. It would be nice to return---somewhat surreal---also to check out the Central Brooklyn Library at Grand Army Plaza and see all their new changes. No plans---just take it day by day.
Tomorrow is Christmas day---of course the city closes down on that day---but there are still movies. Even pre pandemic that was a tough day to get through. Also, reading a terrific book, Invisible Child, by Andrea Elliot, a non fiction study of a family living in poverty in a Fort Greene Shelter, and beyond. Brutal to understand what this family is dealing with on so many levels, a family with six children. Originally an article in the Times in 2013, the writer has expanded it---really a trip into the underclass of Brooklyn. I have just finished the first part---I think the pages to follow, actually follow the 12 year old at the heaIrt of the book into adult hood or at least show the reader her teen age years. Should be very interesting.
In a few hours, the woman who cleans my apartment will arrive. I have to spend the time before that preparing for her---that is putting everything I have lying around the apartment in order. That takes a lot of time itself.....
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