Sunday, May 22, 2022

All alone......late at night...

about 12:30 to be exact. Horrible day! Why? first the heat---really unbearable, second my body was tired the whole day---usually happens after a full day the day before, or on a day, when I have no plans. Actually I had some plans for the day---a matinee of a friend's play in the afternoon, but by 11, I knew I could not do it. My friend's play still has a week to run, so I should be able to see it towards the end of next week. Kept in the apartment by heat and torpor---and nothing to read. Finished the Hansberry biography earlier in the week---somehow I have found nothing to replace it as a "lead" book. Read some stuff from the most recent New Yorker, but that just did not cut it. What is next...?

The rest of the week was pretty effective. Some good tutoring sessions, and, even though it is late in the school year, may have added some students. On Thursday, after starting off with a new student, and having what I thought was a very productive session, I returned home feeling really terrific. Did not need any more. On Friday I went to Friends and attended the student one acts. All were performed with great "brio", the second play, about a family dealing with their teen age daughter's cancer, was very serious and quite focused for a play by a teen ager. Actually two teen agers; this was a collaboration. Then yesterday, spent the early afternoon with friends Jen and Joe, two teachers at Friends, celebrating Jen's birthday and that of her cat Pheobe. Nice time in Riverside Park---liked the energy in the low nineties on the west side as I approached the park---a litte more open then what I find here in the seventies. Actually I find the energy on my surrounding streets, cold and rigid. Returned to the apartment after that, feeling good; somehow the heat was less bothersome--then in the evening, on the floor above, a dog had been left alone for a good amount of time. It was howling, and I thought possibly this was a sign of abuse. After  a few hours, no dog owner returned, I felt I had to act. Called 311, hoping to get theASPCA involved, but instead was directed to 911, and to my surprise, two New York city policemen were dispatched to the apartment house to investigate. I was their guide, and again no answer at the door---just the dog's contnued yelping, which I interpreted as a cry for help,or at least contact. The police heard what I heard, but said that legally they still had no right to enter the apartment. They were sympathetic, but would not act.  After they left, I frantically searched the internet for the number of the aparment's owner, but no luck. Finally, at around midnight a young woman came to the house, brough the dog down, and got into an uber. The dog was a little puppy, and looked no worse for wear. I saw the tenant who is the friend of the dog owner this morning, and told her what happened. She explained that the dog was very "yelpy", and its yelps were notLa sign of pain. But how was I to know this. I urged her to have her friend leave a note on the door, if she ever did it again. Lots of energy exerted--probably a good thing---maybe that is why I was so lethargic today. 

So, back to the grind. Maybe a movie tomorrow; I have been promising myself that for a while---no tutoring until Tuesday. We will see what happens.

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