Swipe #1: 116th to 66th. For a rehearsal of Mozart g minor piano quartet and Beethoven A Major Cello Sonata. We meet at the pianist's condo, on the 27th floor of One Lincoln Plaza. The walls are either bookshelves or sliding door mirrors which gives the effect of the space continuing on forever, out beyond the elevated view. We are rehearsing for a house concert there, an event which is half celebration of our pianist's birthday (20 years ago she joined the Lyric Chamber Music Society at the age of 58--her hint to us) and half a way for the director of a music program where I teach to meet people, a development evening of sorts. Our pianist has just written a novel, about a little girl whose magic power is music. She started playing the piano in earnest in her 40s. In short, she's another inspiring model of aging well.
Swipe #2: 66th to 116th even though I hadn't planned to go home for lunch, I was dismissed earlier than expected from the Beethoven rehearsal (I was tired, too) and made use of the time to practice piano and half-heartedly answer emails.
Swipe #3: 116th to 66th Seeing a pattern? Lessons at Kaufman Center. 4 of them. Discovering the importance of focus as a thing to teach, of posture, of awareness, of asking questions. Said goodbye to the last student I had yet to tell. Two penultimate heartbreaks, brothers with some magical power.
Swipe #4: M104 Bus where I texted the parents of the student I had just told, scheduled some lessons, and wrote up all the lessons I had just taught, and sat next to.....I don't know how many people. They come and go and it's easy not to notice if I'm alone or accommodating another's space.
Swipe #5. 116th to 59th, Columbus Circle. Tonight was one of two nights of Manhattanhenge, and the only one I could get to. There were a lot of clouds and people, but I read my book in a small "park" on 56th and 7th.
Swipe #6: 59th to 116th. Home, but really.
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