a sad sunday

so yesterday was a truly lovely day in the city that never sleeps. i had the opportunity first to spend the afternoon with one of my dearest friends in the world, walking through central park on a beautiful almost summer day. we talked and caught up on the various events of our lives. she patiently listened through my neuroses and offered the unfailing support and encouragement she always does. and of course, we laughed as only two longtime friends can do. it was true nourishment for my soul.

later, we met up with friends for a great thai dinner, a very nice desert at a french-inspired eatery, and then had the privilege of experiencing a tour-de-force performance by audra mcdonald in lady day at emerson's bar and grill. i have never had a more thrilling experience in theater as i did last night. i had read that it was a true transformation into the legend that is billie holliday, but still i had my doubts. from the first note it was clear that what i read was 100% spot on. if ever a tony award was well-earned, audra certainly did with this performance. it's a limited engagement and likely sold out for the rest of the run, but if you can get tickets, run don't walk to see this amazing show.

today, i woke up with a sense of a gentle sadness -- not the harsh and overwhelming pain of days and weeks previous but a light overlay of melancholy. if he had been able, today would have been the day that sean and i got to meet up and spend some time together. but his work and life have worked against that being able to come to pass and so instead i'm spending the day on my own. i ordered room service and i've got the times and the daily news beside me here in bed.  maybe later i will go out for a walk around midtown, but i don't anticipate much activity today.

over the course of the weekend, i've been fairly successful in pushing away the disappointment from my conscious mind. today not so much but i will endeavor to do so. the truth is life doesn't always work the way we want it to and lately for me "doesn't always" feels more like "most of the time" but we've got to move on from the hurt and work with what we've got someway, somehow. wish me well in doing so.