"Strange" day today--my adult student whom I usually see on Sunday and who lives in Jackson Heights, canceled, leaving me with a rarity---an "open" day. Those are days I dream about, but when they happen, it is hard to figure out exactly what to do.. Plays and movies all over the city are available to me, yet, at this moment, around 9:45 on Sunday, my body feels tired---maybe it is telling me to rest today--not to travel---to get ready for the week ahead, which consists of a lot of tutoring and a visit to my blood oncologist for the final infusion of Avastan.
Would love to visit the Drama Bookstore (is their bathroom situation finally fixed?) or even the fiction center in Brooklyn---just spend the day reading and going from place to place, but again, don't know if my body will approve of those visits.
Friday's day was built around my attending the Christmas Assembly at Friends---my first day back there since the fall semester began---and it turned out to be very meaningful. Sat by myself during the Assembly celebration, which was unusually loud and raucous, compared to earlier years, but that is probably because it was the firsr one in three years. Afterwards, was greeted warmly by many teachers, staff members and both current and former students---felt very much a part of things---this is, after all, my community, yet now return to my life "without" Friends---the extremely heavy schedule of tutoring that has happened to me really prevents me from subbing there during the day---and also my "status"---kind of "undefined" at a
this point. Yet I feel that any time I go there---for a basketball game or a arts program, I will be very welcomed. So many memories of classes from 07 to 22---it amazes me how many years I have experienced senior classes and graduations. I guess I will just have to let things play themselves out, since my bond with the parents and students whom I tutor has become very strong.
Okay, let's get the day going--the holdidays approach, will have more free time decisions then...
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