Doctor's visits seem to come in waves. Marilyn saw hers yesterday and I have an appointment this morning with the nerve specialist who is trying to solve the problem with my right hand. There's no pleasure in visiting a doctor; but 'what can't be cured must be endured'.
Friday, of course, is always a special day because I go to my two classes at the Launceston School for Seniors. Last week, I was responsible for providing the poems for the Poetry Appreciation Group and that went very well. Today it will be another one of the group and I hope we don't have the same old tired English Romantic poets being trotted out for the umpteenth time. I try to find more modern poets or poets from unusual countries. The internet is great for that sort of stuff.
The topic for this week's story is Four Strong Winds. There were two other options but neither appealed to me. I've written about a lighthouse keeper on Maatsuyker Island who has dreams of becoming a writer; pretty ordinary stuff but fitting in the theme of four strong winds was a bit of a challenge. I only have 800 words to work with so it's not always easy and I made the mistake this week of leaving it until Wednesday before I started thinking about it. Sometimes it's good to have some pressure to write but sometimes it's not.
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