The open day for the writing degree was last weekend; a wood-panelled room, me and three tutors well-versed in academia. I got to talk about writing. It felt like I had come home. I think this might be good for me. Now I have to apply and see if I can get a place…
Then, there are the domestics. Ever present.
The not-buying-anything resolution was short-lived. As predicted by my readers.
There were morning walks, with the pup, on the beach and morning runs at the marina. And yoga and circuit training. I was meant to run a 10K race last weekend and I bailed. I keep doing this; entering and not doing. I have to conclude that competitive running is just not for me. Full stop.
I am preparing a portfolio of writing to submit for the degree course; absolutely daunting. But good.
I finished reading ‘Elizabeth is Missing‘ and worried about Dementia a little more than I did before.
Another parent’s evening (my daughter this time) and the clarity you get from good teachers who tell you like it is. She’s a good girl my daughter; she’ll do well, I hope. Turns out (in a comment from her philosophy teacher) that she can formulate an ethical argument that rocks. This pleases me. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I saw 19 deer in the fields by my house today, in a herd. The leader has grown antlers now. I quite like that we rub along, the deer and I. They don’t scarper, they know as I approach that I don’t mean them harm.
It’s half term next week, thank goodness. The school run is killing me slowly.
I long for Spring and a semblance of good weather. The long winter is getting on my last nerve.
I watched four episodes of ‘Sex and the City’. For old time’s sake.
It’s Friday night, happy weekend!