Thursday and a work day so its up, eat and log on. My first meeting is with colleagues and enables us to catch up and review where we are in the work. It is a useful space to keep a balance as we move forward. I have a little time to prepare before I host my weekly open forum. I do this in my training gear as I am determined to train early today. As usual the session passes quickly and is stimulating. I check emails and buy a new pair of casual trainers to go with new shorts I have on order. I am optimistic about a sunny summer. I clear the kitchen and retire to the garage to row for half an hour. I up the resistance level to the highest level I’ve tried to date. It is an effort and my arms complain at the extra effort.
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Time and Calories
I return to the house and see the gardener arrive at the same time a friend rings for a chat. A good way to wind down from the training and emphasises the loss of face to face conversation. The family eat tea and then I and my partner swap the cars around so that my car is available in the morning for the trip to the hospital tomorrow. This done my partner prepares for her singing lesson and I check the paper work for my hospital visit tomorrow. Then I watch a football match that ends in time for me to watch The Great British Sewing Bee on i-player. I am hooked on the whole process of watching people create clothes, it is such a basic skill. It must be one of the most ancient crafts alongside hunting, cooking and growing stuff. At some point someone had to join two skins together to create a covering. After that it was an evolutionary force from survival to social flaunting. I write the blog earlyish so that I can have a bath in anticipation of tomorrows medical adventure. Although I have been busy today I feel the day has been mainly flat, I find myself wanting to be in my garden or in the shed typing up my poems, perhaps my priorities are shifting. Most of all I miss the real world of people in the flesh, so our planned outing on Sunday to meet a friends for outside scones is an excitement. Strangely when I read the blog back I find the subtitles of the day are missing and they are the moments of contact through calls or WhatsApp messages. Somehow the personal contacts seem too personal to share and I feel the need to keep them to myself. I think there is something in there about treasuring the interpersonal more than ever before and therefore wanting to hold onto them. So if your phone call, WhatsApp messages, email or text is not here it is because I’ve hoarded it away as a treasure.
