Early morning---time has stopped. Slept all night---starting at around 7. Why? Maybe it is the Avistan . treatments---I had an infusion on Thursday that might be inducing this. Hard to tell anyway, the body was up and going to the all night grocery store on 72nd and West End, around 5:20. No more rest---but lots of time to kill before leaving for the library on Saint Nicholas and 160 street around 10. What happens now?
Yesterday two tutoring sessions---felt very creative and strong---one of the students is home schooled, and his math visions are very chaotic---no structure---needed a lot of input. The other a student whom I worked with last year who had to finish a vacation packet. He is also a little lost---sometimes had to give hm the answer, rather then explain and lead him to discovering it on his own. But I felt a strong feeling of accomplishment when I left. Then I visited with my niece Natalie---she lives in LA but she and her husband were attending a wedding of one of his friends, so they were in for the weekend.They were staying a block away from me. Natalie and I always have great rapport---an easy energy when we are together---which, since she lives in LA, is not very often. May see her one more time before she leaves---maybe tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, I am on the wait list for the Friends upper school musical of the spring---Fiddler on the Roof. Hope to get in---will be really sorry if I don't. Sixteen years ago, about at this time, Friends did Fiddler--I remember it well---2007 was the first year I was at Friends practically all the time.Then it was performed in the Friends meeting house, lots of seats---now it is at the Vineyard---maybe more professional but harder to get into. Will I make it? Might even stand if I have to---somewhat anxious to see how the whole thing turns out--this group of students seem a long way from the Shetl that Fiddler lives in. So it will be interesting to see how it mixes.
Speaking of Fiddler, I saw it three times in its first year on Broadway: 64-65--the year, you might say, I was "exelled from paradise" that is the year that I was very unhappy at Grad School and had to face the fact that once the year was over, and I was not invited back--I really did not want to go back_--I would have to find work to support myself. It also meant dealing with the diillusionment of my parents---especially my father---who had staked their vision on my getting an MFA at Yale. But the whole thing was a joke! The Drama school at that time was hideous---it was to change radically two years later---still, i navigated that year with a sense of bewilderment and sadness--separating from the community I was very tight with at Hopkins did not help either. When it was over, I arrived, confused, ..at the beginning of my adulthood. Everything changed in many ways, but my family and the apartment in the Bronx where I was raised, was no longer a place to "protect" me.
Strange memories--they come back and sometimes dialogue with me---especially in those early morning hours before I can get anything going. Well, wish me luck about tomorrow--will report soon.
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