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cosmolinguistNot much to say for myself today. Went to work, we were both still recovering after our trip to London and back yesterday (I've been telling people that I fill in my timesheets with my start and finish times and then count up how many minutes it is; usually numbers like 98 or 125 or as much as 150... yesterday I worked for 733 minutes).
I got home by lunchtime (today's 72 minutes looks hilarious next to yesterday's). Andrew and I watched some old Brooklyn 99 episodes. I'd forgotten but last week I'd filled in a form to tell the council I'm a student and thus eligible for a discount on council tax. I keep forgetting students get things like this, but luckily the council will backdate stuff. They're just not making us pay as much for a while since we've now sort of overpaid. Andrew reminded me our mortgage refinancing kicks in this month so we'll be paying a bit less for that too. So that's all awesome.
I went to my "women's" writers group (it started as a group in our local WI but separated from that last year; they know I'm not a woman and they still let me go along) tonight where I hadn't written anything but since the prompt this month was "shoes" I told a version of the story about the broken boots from last week. The person who runs it is such a good poet and a good teacher; she extracted some interesting themes from the among story about containers (because I talked about the bullshit security theater and my bag, too) and things being inside or outside of them. Made me think a lot about vulnerability too as something that tied it all together.
A couple of people shared lovely actual poems they'd written. We did a writing exercise of looking at a pair of shoes and imagining the person who'd wear them, eventually ending up with a 14-year-old girl who wants desperately to be popular and ends up in a relationship with an older boy who doesn't want his family to know he's gay. It was a fun evening.
I got home by lunchtime (today's 72 minutes looks hilarious next to yesterday's). Andrew and I watched some old Brooklyn 99 episodes. I'd forgotten but last week I'd filled in a form to tell the council I'm a student and thus eligible for a discount on council tax. I keep forgetting students get things like this, but luckily the council will backdate stuff. They're just not making us pay as much for a while since we've now sort of overpaid. Andrew reminded me our mortgage refinancing kicks in this month so we'll be paying a bit less for that too. So that's all awesome.
I went to my "women's" writers group (it started as a group in our local WI but separated from that last year; they know I'm not a woman and they still let me go along) tonight where I hadn't written anything but since the prompt this month was "shoes" I told a version of the story about the broken boots from last week. The person who runs it is such a good poet and a good teacher; she extracted some interesting themes from the among story about containers (because I talked about the bullshit security theater and my bag, too) and things being inside or outside of them. Made me think a lot about vulnerability too as something that tied it all together.
A couple of people shared lovely actual poems they'd written. We did a writing exercise of looking at a pair of shoes and imagining the person who'd wear them, eventually ending up with a 14-year-old girl who wants desperately to be popular and ends up in a relationship with an older boy who doesn't want his family to know he's gay. It was a fun evening.
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