August 21, 2018
How exciting! I get to see him at work, directing a commercial. I have stumbled on the set on a street in Brooklyn. The assistant is marking off pavement sections. Director is behind the camera. People gathering to watch. About a dozen ruffians in gray, loose clothing huddle together to watch, along with the passersby. The crew didn’t hire extras. The setting is natural with whomever happens to be on the street. I better get out of the way; they need the room. Suddenly the assistant is the actor and the camera is filming. He is sprinting down the street. I notice a pile of . . . sleeping brown elephants? Walruses? They are huddled together with loose skin and massive bodies, lying on top of each other on the pavement. Is anyone afraid of them? The director? They seem okay sleeping. Are they part of the commercial? I don’t wait to find out because I’m nervous around them. I keep going with my cart.
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“Can you get my bags down for me, please?” I ask. I’m traveling with a dark blue storage container, about 9 feet by 9 feet by 9 feet. Metal framing and fabric-covered sections. Someone please help me with this. How will I transport it? It breaks down into smaller sections. One I can carry as a bag. The others fit into and attach to the outside of a wagon I can wheel. I’m wearing my big, tan straw hat with the white flowers on the broad brim.
I’m on my way to Uncle L. Meanwhile I answer the cell phone. It’s Saturday. Why is Y calling? She thinks she’s called Uncle L. She’s giving an update. I hang up without saying anything. Then E. calls, also thinking she’s giving her father an update on her whereabouts for the day. How can this be on Shabbos? Maybe it is a special day with special check-in requirements to parents? I tell E. I answered because I thought there must be an emergency that she is even phoning.
A woman I know stops me on the street and wants to understand what I’m doing.
She asks me again why I have the cart and the bag and the hat.
“It’s a long story.”
I don’t want to try to explain it to her. I keep walking, making my way to stay with Uncle L. But how will I explain it to him? The big cart on Shabbos? Carrying another bag? Where was I just staying that I didn’t travel on Shabbos to see him? How do I not upset him? It’s so complicated.
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