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“Dada” Funeral, Salad, Conversation, McHugh Cup

Saturday 30 May 2009

Made my bed, exercised, washed, dressed in white shirt, navy golf slacks, blue Argyle socks, black brogues, Kennedy McSharry jacket with black and white small squares pattern, black tie with small white rectangles pattern.  Although I exercised I felt a bit stiff and overweight.  Lovely day.  Drove out the M1 to Fatima church for the funeral of Gerry Sherry – Claire Wood’s father, RIP.  Margaret Harmon had informed me about it in a courtesy call on Thursday or Friday.  She also told me that Seamus McGuinness had died suddenly on holiday abroad.  RIP.  I parked inside the gate of the church and walked anti-clockwise around the building looking for the toilet.  A tall dark angular woman was opening the door of the church as I came round.  "Is the toilet outside or inside?" I queried.  "Oh!" she replied, "It’s not outside, it’s inside."  She later proved to be the organist and she accompanied two singers one a tenor called Martin and the other a lady whose name I cannot remember – but she was a very fine singer, impressive especially in the warm-up.  I sang along at one or two points as did the woman beside me in the back seat and quite a few echoes in the congregation as a whole.  I think the organist is a St. Louis sister.  Margaret Harmon on the other side of the main isle waved to me from the right hand side of the church and I returned the gesture before the mass began.  The celebrant a stocky man of the Jim Cousins’ mould was human with excellent narrative skills.  A Northerner, he seemed very experienced although he was probably only in his mid 50’s.  A bigger, white-haired priest concelebrated – a priest of the parish?  I also went in to the toilet after mass and walked up to the end of the graveyard for the conclusion of the burial.  Located Claire, dressed extremely well in brown satin, and offered my condolences.  Rosanna gone to golf when I came home.  I made a salad including carrot, cheddar, olives, three slices of "buttered" soda bread, 5 or 6 grape tomatoes, the remains of a ham salad prepared by Rosanna from the container, two slices of ham.  Watched the second half of The Cup Final.  Chelsea 2, Everton 1.  Aisling rang.  Paul gone to Galway (for the big yacht race?) so Aisling said she would come down.  I took a siesta and Aisling arrived before I got up.  I lit the fire and had a long coherent discussion with Aisling about psychiatry, mental illness, schizophrenia, education, work, explaining my stock ideas which seemed to mirror her own.  Took a few snaps and Aisling took one of me in my Technicolor robe and Emperor pajamas.  Rosanna, runner-up in the McHugh Cup, came home soon after 22.00.  Marian Murnaghan was the run-away winner.  Rosanna’s handicap drops from 19 to 18.  She birdied the Pig’s Back from "the hollow" and her 37 points included 21 on the back 9.  Ann Davey also had 37 but Rosanna won second place on the countback.  I lost interest when Rosanna came home and retired to bed.  I washed my teeth, brushed my dentures, flossed, exercised and got into bed around 23.30.

Sand Bunker, Bag of Coal, Karla, Conficker

Wednesday 20 May 2009

Up at 9.30 in my Technicolor  bathrobe, pajamas, slippers.  Ate weetabix, chopped banana, milk, from the hemispherical white ceramic bowl.  Drank a mug of coffee.  Then washed my teeth, made my bed, exercised, washed, dressed – much the same as yesterday xcept that I wore black Rival cotton sports socks and black brogues instead of the footwear I used yesterday.  I had 12 hours sleep some of it rather uncomfortable with sweating around my neck early in the night and pain and discomfort in my right flank later on in the morning.  However when I got on my feet later on I felt in good fettle especially early in the day.  Rosanna went down to Greenore to play with Rosemary Hanratty.  Later I took a few shots from the Cutting and carried on to the golf club where I handed in my €30 voucher and bought a ball retriever, a small bag, and a pack of 3 pairs of Footjoy socks.  I think the total was €41 approximately – although like in McCrystal’s I got no print-out.  €(15 + 11 + 15).  Then I practised with little success chipping my ball out of the bunker until it started to rain.  I joined Rosanna and Rosemary Hanratty for coffee on the dance-floor as they sheltered from the rain having played 12.  They resumed on the 13th and I visited the Archbishop who gave me tea, brown bread which I topped with a mashed banana.  He also offered me cake and I cut and consumed a few slices of the small Madeira.  I gave Dessie €25 out of my expenses money.  He was reluctant to take it but truly it was not enough.  Found my mobile phone on the driver’s seat of my black Toyota Yaris (2007) Strata and later on found in my bedroom the short black pencil I had been looking for since morning.  Eric Cuthbert was up in Dessie’s bedroom issuing instructions to Dessie typing an e-mail complete with pictures to Karla of Eric, Eric’s brother (Karla’s father) and Eric’s father (Karla’s grandfather).  Karla lives in a Buddhist community in India.  Eric has a different car, a small 2000 Fiat, which he bought for €500.  I ate a lot of salad mayonnaise sandwiches with tea in the early evening and later some time after Teddy came I ate a processed cheese (with mustard and a generous filling of "butter") sambo and a mug of tea.  Teddy got stuck in to my computer and downloaded a few programs to improve my security and an updated version of Stinger which he ran and which I hope will have cleared up most of the many viruses which inhabited my computer.  But conficker has had its way and later on I was unable to download the latest version of Internet Explorer.  Teddy tried to install the memory card Og bought for me last Christmas or the Christmas before but, although it fitted, the computer would not operate until he took it out.  I had trouble finding the Journal file and feared that my work had been lost.  However it was thrown up by the search facility of the computer.  Much relief!!!  Letter this morning from Royal Liver.  Two policies worth a total of approximately €9000 mature in November and December this year.  Barry accepted €15 today for a bag of coal.  "I would not change a fiver for the sake of a euro!" he exclaimed.  "Thank you, Barry," I replied, "You are a gentleman."  Text’d Kieran the window cleaner about the stuffed gutters.  "Will call tomorrow and sort out the problem," he replied.  Water gushing out of the gutter over the White Elephant Lounge "outside" double door.  Heavy showers this evening.  Exchanged texts this afternoon with Aidan Brennan arranging Gold Medal second round match for Wednesday 27 May 2009 at 16.45.  Got up from my seat at the computer near 3.00 and washed my teeth, flossed, put on Emperor pajamas, exercised fully, got into bed at 3.20.

Par 3’s, Profiteroles, By-Pass Surgery, Horoscopes

Thursday 30 April 2009


My stars on Yahoo predicted I would win a sporting contest today. "Your opponent will underestimate your ability, etc." Not knowing what to think in a match that started at 16.50 I ran out a 4&3 winner over Peter McEneaney in the first round of the gold medal. I did not lose my ball and won all the par three holes. Most of the other holes were exchanged – we halved only one hole, the 9th. Martin McGrath dormie 2 playing Frank McKay failed to get a par on either of the last two holes and lost his match on the 20th. Frank chipped in on that hole. I walked in from the 15th and took a shower. Ate chicken goujons, chips, coleslaw, salad: profiteroles: coffee. Doreen in very pleasant mood charged me €13.90 which I paid with my prepayment card. I drank a pint of iced water before my meal. Rosanna and Mary McGoey won at home 4&2 in their Miele 4xball match v Ardglass and Greenore turned out overall winners of the tie. David Dunne exclaimed, "You just beat me to it, Sean!" as I pissed in the toilet behind Ravensdale Church after his mother’s funeral mass. I took so long and he was so short taken that he found another facility – inside somewhere? Fr. Larkin the celebrant did a solid job. The music from Catherine Elmore and Olivia Finnegan was a bit slow and maudlin. Catherine stood up at the microphone on the lectern to sing. Olivia sang some harmony (without amplification) from the organ. Jim McCartan in a fairly heavy overcoat sat conspicuously in the front seat of the side aisle where Joe Carroll, I, Rosanna, Fidelis, were situated in the back seat. Jim McCartan, 51, told me in Greenore later in the day that his more famous namesake had not been that well and had a bypass operation done recently. I parked at the graveyard at 10.40 and Rosanna walked ahead of me as I strolled with my umbrella in leisurely fashion down to St. Mary’s Church. I piddled at 10.45 and barely "lasted" until the end of mass. Well I had drunk, as is my wont, two mugs of coffee and a half litre of milk this morning. "Is it working?" I enquired from Breege Treanor when she mentioned the pen I gave her, "I forgot to check that out myself." "It is working," she reassured me. "You could do a lot of damage with that," I advised her, "Did you ever hear the saying, ‘The pen is mightier than the sword’?" Tom Goslin as we walked slowly behind the hearse up to the graveyard enquired how the "young girl" who built the house beside me was getting on? I ate two boiled eggs for lunch and a few slices of brown bread and butter. Later ate the last of the Moroccan oranges I bought in Tesco the other day. As I was lining up my long putt on the Pig’s Back Brendan Halpenny, playing the 11th, shouted at me. He has arranged our 4xball match for 7.40 on Saturday. "Is that all right?" I sent at 23.00 a text to Og about it. No reply? Did my exercises before bed having washed my six remaining teeth and flossed. Rosanna and I talked a bit about golf earlier and sat on either side of the fire with the heat on. The fire was never cleaned out today at all – the first time that happened in living memory?