Tuesday, 13 June 2023
Woke up to the delights of backache, a sure sign I’m still alive and haven’t gone somewhere else during the night. I suppose it was inevitable really after yesterday’s 6 ½ mile walk. My legs feel fine, just my lower back reminding me I’m still here and have things to do today. It’s another hot day and with my back aching I’m not going to be doing any exercise. In that respect I’m going to take it easy and try and catchup on other stuff I’ve been neglecting.
And so it’s off to get some petrol, some food, although this time a lot less than I usually get as I need to eat healthy so I can lose weight, off to get cat food and then back home to try and sort out paperwork I’ve got behind on. I get the paperwork sorted, email people and nothing. Nothing at all. I seem to be one of those people who gets chased and chased by anyone and everyone to get things done and yet when I get them done, I hear nothing back, not a sound, and I chase and chase and still nothing. I often wonder why I bother.
Mid afternoon and I’m starting to flag but I’m in a quandary. I want to go to bed for a nap but I know that might turn out to be a lot more than a nap, but I’ve also promised I would go to Igniting the Spark, a little poetry writing group I used to go to years ago, and I know if I go for a nap I won’t get to Igniting the Spark. I battle the feelings of tiredness for once, find a pad and a pen and go down to Igniting the Spark for the first time in years.
The venue for Igniting the Spark has changed since I last went, and it is now held in a local, independent book shop in a nice corner of Halifax. I went in and it was as if I’d never been away. There were a few unfamiliar faces but, importantly some familiar ones too. Our hostess gave us some poems to read and some prompts to write from and soon I was writing poetry once again for the first time in ages, and they were well received. I felt different writing them, more mature, more insightful, but I was happy with them, and I enjoyed reading them out to the others in the group.
It was all over before I knew it and we were all off back to our own little lives. We used to go to a pub afterwards and chat but not anymore, so I went to the supermarket, got a bottle of wine and went home to finish the day off on a happy note.
The Autistic FellRunner 