1/14
Today is closing day. Stop at the
church to pick up some items. Joe and his woman are blocking the door, still
asleep. I’ve got to do something about this. I don’t want this to sound like
its about how things look. But when our doors are filled with sleeping people
during business hours, it appears as if we are abandoned and closed again, not
open and alive. Like we don't care. And it does not help Joe to be asleep while the world is awake. Hr's young. Strong. A veteran. And not moving forward, I am not helping him. I need to figure out if he’s working
with Reachout who felt they could find time housing if Joe cooperated. Once
again, I miss Teddy. Who always knew what to do in these situations.
I get back after a closing that
included more drama than necessary, though probably predictable the way things
go. Carman Moore is meeting with Cara and Stephen to discuss his February
reprise of Girl of Diamond Mountain, his collaboration with Lotte Arnsbjerg,
the brilliant exploration of the experience of child abuse and the path to
healing and recovery that touched so many lives when he was last here. (http://new-savanna.blogspot.com/2013/10/skymusic-soars-carman-moore-is-effin.html)
This time, he wants to intentionally reach out to the recovery community and
structure a dialogue after. It promises to be an important performance.
Last night, Jason stayed around after
he helped me with my move. And took our 20 foot Christmas tree out to join the
others. It’s work done here, it now goes on to return tot the earth in Central
Park.
Rachel is back again. This has
become her life. Waiting for us to open, going through her things hour after
hour. Demanding of us when we will be here, asking inappropriate personal questions.
Being a poor old disabled lady is no excuse for chutzpah.
David S has recruited some more
muscle to get the refrigerator upstairs.
Jeremy and Priska talking with Danielle
and I about their residency here. As Priska continues to evolve her studio and
Jeremy and I are finding more time to work together like I always wanted.
Tonight I am homeless for a night.
Guest of a friend. That will feel good.
We have closed the sale of an apartment. And I have closed 20 years of life, the longest I have lived anywhere.
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