Perhaps I’m just getting old, but I do get a bit fed up with all the stuff about Hallowe’en, and don’t get me started on the idea of trick or treat… but I have managed to avoid most of that this week.
For a start, it’s been quite productive in a creative sense – I’ve written four new poems, including a big performance number. That one is still in the early draft stages (it was mostly written at 4:30 am on Wednesday) and needs a lot of work, but I think it might be all right. The other big thing I’ve done this week is to make a start on sorting out my pension. I’ve spoken to two financial advisers, who gave completely contradictory advice, but I think I know what I’m going to do now, at least in outline.
It seems strange that writing poems and sorting pensions came together there in one paragraph, but I guess that that’s how life is, really.
I’ve done quite a bit of gardening – chopping back two hazel trees, and clearing away a whole load of brambles and nettles and climbers. My garden waste bin is full now, but I do still have my five compost bins, and I had a really good bonfire this week, too.
I got up-to-date with all the emails on Monday; I’m behind again now, of course, but by the end of the day I’ll have the critters under control. I’ve got more chance of that than of eradicating the nettles, anyway.
On Tuesday I had my last session for this term with my Cirencester group, who were as good as ever, and I did lots of Artlift work.
Wednesday was a good day – a morning at a prison doing Shakespeare again. It’s amazing, the effect a workshop has on prisoners; I wish I could do more of this. In the evening we went to see Inferno, which was predictable, but had Tom Hanks in; he’s always worth a watch.
Thursday was one of those rare days – I completed everything on my list of jobs for the day, including making my Christmas cakes; this confirmed, unfortunately, that I really need a new oven. I think the cakes will be ok when I cut the burnt bits off, though. And I had a good session at Pilates, and worked on a big talk I have to give next week, and did some more Artlift stuff.
On Friday I did my weekly accounts, and took a box of Artlift information to the university, where it will be number-crunched and turned into a proper academic report. I had a very good session at the hospital, with two amazing women, and in the evening saw TADS’ latest production, an updated version of Dr Faustus. My only involvement with this was selling programmes for all the performances. We got quite good audiences, although not enough to break even (the costs of hiring The Roses Theatre are a killer), and our director did a great job of putting the whole thing together. However, I really don’t think that the updating worked; a lot of it just didn’t make sense.
The weekend was quite quiet. Apart from my two stints selling programmes, I did some typing up, and that was about it. And I didn’t go anywhere near a pumpkin.