Monday was monday, my writing group started up again. That means I am out most Monday nights. Its funny the thing I seem to miss most is the critique of my writing, and I really do appreciate it. By the way the group is doing a reading to launch our latest anthology on Friday 17th October . If anyone wants a copy of the anthology (price less than £5) and there are some pretty good writers in the group, then please let me know. The group is international in flavour, a Russian, another east European, at least three white Africans (self included) and the anthology reflects this. So if you want stories of a summer spent working in a Russian jam factory or visiting to your home after twenty years living in the west, then this collection has it. This has just reminded me I need to time my reading.
Wednesday I had Simon in, hum I half wonder if the migraine in the morning was partly me not wanting to deal with him. I cannot believe that someone who is doing a PhD can have the attitude he has to the data he has collected. It is just so negilent. Every time I do a simple check I turn up problems. So this time I looked at the ages of foster children. I don't think the 90 year old counts. It even brought up other problems. At the moment his young adult category is 19-29 inclusive, but as fostering may continue until someone has finished education, a 20 year old is a very different person from a 27 year old. The first might well still being fostered while the second should be standing on their own and not dependent on the family.
Thursday I started entering in CWEP data. I am way behind this year so I need to get on, plus there are some forms I said I would design in July which have not got done yet. Duh! Anyway I started the data entry at last so now all I need to do is find the roughs of the forms and get on with it. There are also a couple of courses needing writing and PhD starts up in a big way this week on Thursday so I am busy. Luckily term has started so academics are usually thinking about teaching rather than researching.
Friday was my day off. Actually a busy day in a lot of different directions. I started my reading review for my PhD. Its not enough to read the books you also have to know what you have read. At present I am writing cards up with my summaries of the books I have read. If I can finish that before Friday (I am about half way through I think) then I can over the weekend possibly sort and bring some sort of structure to them. Hopefully from this will allow me to find where I particularly need to go next with my reading rather than heading off on the latest tangent. There is a lot to read and a lot that could be read. Doing a part time Phd full time must just about allow for ljavascript:void(0)ife-study balance and the following through of tangents. I also went into town, partly to get the index cards and a hair cut, partly to get bits and bobs for finishing Hannah's hedgehog.
Saturday a funny study day, I shopped fairly early, but the rest of the day was spent moving between the book review, reading a book my supervisor has lent me, on plazas in Latin America believe it or not! Well I am not reading it for research input but as a way I might right up my PhD, which is interesting. Biggest problem is that that research took no less than ten years. I ain't got that sort of time so my research effort will have less depth to draw on.
Today to Chesterfield, and when the children's address was given was glad that Hannah wasn't there as she'd have been probably as good as the adults at remembering 25 things on the tray when it was covered up now given that she'd be mistaken for younger than her age, and Darylly who is probably around Hannah's age didn't have a clue, this would have been, the people sitting her would be seen to be mean saying "No Hannah give someone else a chance!" as she jumped up and down on her seat as she knew the next object.
