Saturday was able to accomplish a lot. Went to my bank near Union Square in the morning to make an important deposit---then returned to the apartment and rested until the evening when I felt strong enugh---actually very strong to see the play that my friend directed at a small theater pretty far west on Chrisopher Street. Walking west down Christopher---felt like I was visiting an enormous stage set--low lying buildings with stories from the last fifty years. Finally arrived at my destination--still very strong and saw the play, entitled "the Jewish Plot" an incredibly effective piece---it begins with what simply seems like a sharp"take" on a victorian melodrama, and then evolves into a passionate and somewhat difficult diatribe by the playwright on his vision of being a Jew. It was totally unexpected because the set up is so skillful that the final monologue---spoken by an actress who is a friend of the playwright---is almost a diatribe--harsh and a little overlong, but nevertheless very passionate. Lots to think about in terms of both content and structure. Afterwards a talk back---when it was over I introduced myself to the playwright and found out that his mother and I could have been neighbors growing up in the Bronx. Does he want to know more about what that was like? May contact him to find out. Tired as I left the theater but made it home okay.
Yesterday very different. Not sure of what I wanted to do. Body tired--I have to come to terms with the fact that one "active" weekend day may ause my body to insist on rest the next day. Thought this would only be after the first Thursday of chem, but now it seems to be the other two weekends as well---though it does not seem to effect my tutoring. But yesterday---sort of at the mercy of my body---a brief visit to a crowded Drama Bookstore was disappointing--then returned to the apartment feeling empty---rested as my body told me to---then went to Lincoln Center with the thought of seeing one of the four very interesting movies there but felt tired are returned home---very frustrated. "Saved" by a surprise phone call from my cousing Kara--we chatted, believe it or not---for about an hour; the ostensible purpose of the phone call was the invite to the family Thanksgiving at her sister's apartment--but the conversation had a really good flow, and I understood it was reviving my "life feeling" Still, when it was over, my body's demand for rest continued and so a emotional torpor continued through the night---until now, which is why I decided to write this.
So we move on---today must go to the pharmacy that provides me with my ostomy supplies---they do a great job but must travel to 122nd and third--the trip is usually easier then I imagine, but is another "task" that I have to follow---then return to the apartment until time to go up to the library on 145th and Amsterdam. Other obligations as well---might as well begin them.
