Where are you now...?

 Beginning of a long weekend. Body tired. Activity galore in the last few days. Thursday, constant falling apart of new ostomy bag---finally had to call my surgeon's office for some help. They gave me some new supplies---have not used them yet---will see. A trip that should not have been necessary. Friday, had to pick up medication of east 86 street, then head to my ostomy supplier---a drugstore on third avenue and 122 street. Made the trip; no problem---but a lot of ground covered in two days---then back to the library for a tutoring session. One session today---body feels taxed, but strong.  After that----well, the city is awash in movies and plays, all just waiting for people to come and see them. Decision to be made after session--will depend on energy level.

Sunday October 2nd--left the house at 7:40 to head to Bronx Science to participate in college interview preparation for this year's seniors. Two subway rides: the 2 to 149 street, tben climb the stairs (those stairs that as a child I would climb as I was heading to Yankee Stadium) and take the 4, to the Bedford Park station. On the trip, still fascinated as I pass the apartment buildings one can see from the 4 train windows. All of us were Jews---all of us were safe. As I look at the addresses of my graduating class in the class yearbook, it would seem like at least half of my class lived along that route. In how many of those apartments lived girls who I would have given anything to go out with?  Does my memory refuse to accept the life that is living there now?

Just found out that my only session today has been canceled. A whole different vision of time---and money. Where do we go from here?

I had meant to report on the Science experience---well, it was wonderful---I interviewed six students playing the role of a  college admissions officer. The kids were great! Eager to speak, sometimes full of ideas; I tried to be as empowering as possible--to create an atmosphere where I felt they enjoyed talking to me. Certainly the school as constituted now, offers them much more in terms of electives and life itself then the school did in my years. Still, enjoyed telling them stories from my time--not all positive, but interesting, now in retrospect. "Wounds", if you want to call them that, have healed over the years. And, oh yes, five of the six students I interviewed were the children of immigrants---and living in Queens! This is my strength at this time in my life--a kind of empowering. I am also feeling a stronger bond with the six or so children whom I tutor---getting more out of it, since it is the only scholastic event of the day (not subbing at this point),

So, the day begins---lots of choices now---will see where it leads....