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Controversy, Spuds, Wimbledon

Leave a comment Posted by on July 5, 2009

Sunday 5 July 2009

Up around 8.30, ate muesli and milk, watered the flowers, made my bed, washed, applied 1 Million, dressed the same as yesterday. Got a few coins off Rosanna and put €5 in the envelope for the priest. Attended 11.30 mass in Ravensdale sitting in the inside corner of the back seat in the Jenkinstown aisle. No choir. A recording of Be Still was played at communion. Second anniversary for Paula Connor. Joe Carroll in attendance. Went in to the vestry after mass and gave Fr. Padraig Murphy PP the book by Ben Barnes, Plays and Controversies. "I meant to bring you up something the last night when I was in your house," I explained. He asked me about photos of the mission for some Redemptorist publication. "I have one presentable photo!" I told him. He promised to ring me tomorrow with the e-mail address to send the photo to. A happy, mobile atmosphere in the vestry. Prepared lunch for myself – the remnants of some salad, two smallish soft apples, a piece of Wensleydale. Visited Jimmy O’Neill. Had bought for €4.95 a small container of Cadbury’s Roses in Bellurgan Service Station. "Is there a girl called Markey working in this shop?" I asked. "Carol," the young assistant replied. "Karl Marx." Jimmy was awake. "I’m all gummed up!" he remarked as he lounged in his chair. His eyes, too, were gooey. He did not know me and I think, really, he was a bit paranoid about me and was relieved when I got up to go. "He did not know me? Is he on medication or what?" I asked as I left. The young assistant (a Latvian?) withheld her opinion and gestured towards a short dark Irish charge hand. "It’s his condition," the other one said confidently, "Some days he knows people – some days he doesn’t." "He’s better than the last day I was here," I continued, "He was asleep that day and wouldn’t waken up." "If you had come a few minutes later he would be asleep today too," the short one elaborated. "The spuds!" she remarked with knowing certitude. Travelled without error to and from Ashgrove Nursing Home via the M1 and the by-pass in my black 2007 Toyota Yaris Strata. Followed some of the Wimbledon men’s final on Yahoo. Eventually retired for a long siesta – my head beginning to act up again. It turned out Federer beat Roddick 16 – 14 in the fifth set – his record 15th grand slam victory. I was pleased because I like Fed. Got up at 21.10 and ate muesli and milk and wrote up the last two days of this journal in my New York Yankees leisure-wear, black robe, Lotus slippers. Downloaded in the afternoon some of the pictures I took yesterday in Og’s in Greenore from my Fuji FinePix 9500 S onto the computer and uploaded a few pics onto Sean’s space. Rosanna went in to No 13 Oaklawns in the afternoon and did a little shopping. I ate before my siesta some of the apple-tart she brought home with her.

Health and wellness

Cheque, Hot-Water Bottle, Baked Ham, Car-Tax

Leave a comment Posted by on June 19, 2009

Thursday 18 June 2009

Tom Daly’s letter arrived including a £25 cheque for IMPERO which I later lodged with Pat Greene in Ulster Bank. I withdrew €50 from the IMPERO account to pay for expenses associated with last Saturday’s meeting. Dressed as yesterday except for tan John Evan Chelsea boots and navy cardy. Bought 2 litres of milk, €1.49; 2 boxes of firelighters, 2 x €1.35; 6 baguettes, €2; in Tesco Long Walk Shopping Centre. Bought 4 large oranges in the vegetable shop in LWSC for €2. Later bought ham in Conlon’s Food Hall. "Do you want boiled ham or baked ham? The baked was done with honey and cloves," the young assistant discussed my options with me. "I’ll take the baked ham," I concluded, "six slices." It cost a little over €5 which I thought was a cheaper rate than ham costs in McCrystal’s. The first thing I bought in LWSC was a cream hot-water bottle for Rosanna – in Leavy’s chemist. It cost a little over €6 and was smaller than a cheaper blue one. "I’ll probably get down-the-glen when I go home!" I warned the petite assistant. "You can change it if it is not suitable," she said handing me my receipt. "That’s a good bargain," I concluded. Fire lit all day. Blow downs go fluirseach. Fidelis Rice in the White Elephant Lounge talking to Rosanna on one occasion when I came "up" out of the sittingroom. I said "Hello" but did not tarry and returned to the sittingroom and got on with my business. Gerard Crawley serviced Rosanna’s 2004 Hyundai Accent replacing a broken plug lead and two bulbs – the back brake light on the right and the front parking light on the right. "Someone told me the bulb was not working," Rosanna volunteered to Gerard when he returned with her car, "But I forgot about it." €130. I found my small golf pencil in a plastic bag in the boot of my Yaris. I missed it since yesterday evening but tracked it down only today. I taxed on-line my 2007 Black Toyota Yaris Strata (998 cc) for a year for €172 and was agreeably surprised to get the tax disc in the post first thing tomorrow morning. I ate a "ham-roll" for my lunch made from a sliced baguette well buttered with two slices of baked ham inserted and a mug of tea. I had the same again in the evening and I think I also ate an orange. I think I ate corn flakes sliced banana and milk for my breakfast and I think I ate muesli and milk later in the evening. Unusually I did all my eating in the livingroom – maybe because the chimney was smoking in the White Elephant Lounge? I exercised this morning fully but only swung my arms and revolved my wrists at bedtime at 00.00. However I washed my six remaining teeth and flossed. Brushed my dentures which, again, have become a little sore on the back top right. Rang Dessie and then the COC about the "free" breakfast on 1 July 2009. Catherine told me Brenda or Fiona would ring me tomorrow. I was agreeably surprised when Brenda rang me on my mobile as I was getting up out of bed and going to the toilet tomorrow morning. "You can go if you want to." I gave her two names – my own and "Archbishop Hynes." Rosanna gave me two €5 notes going to Town this morning. I brought her home no change. I think she liked the hot-water bottle.

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An Eclair, Texts, Tee-time, Community Elections

Leave a comment Posted by on June 11, 2009

Wednesday 10 June 2009
Exercised in the morning after making my bed.  Washed.  Applied 1 Million and dressed in navy Le Coq Sportif T-shirt, Ever-Last top, navy golf slacks, grey Argyle socks, burgundy brogues.  Met at 11.00 Kevin McGeough in Ballymascanlon House Hotel.  I bought Kevin a coffee and myself an eclair.  I did not drink coffee – or anything else.  Discussed the upcoming IMPERO meeting.  Kevin said Mary liked the photo I took of him last week.  Rang CREATE about grants for community arts projects – I was thinking of the proposed IMPERO film?  The receptionist gave me a hard time but said she would get "Catherine" to ring me.  The call never came.  Took a siesta.  Sent a few texts from the computer.  Aisling replied "I’m workin" to my request to her to take photos at Saturday’s IMPERO meeting.  Anne did not reply.  I got a phone-call from Og in reply tomorrow evening – he was out then "having a pint."  Received a text from Teresa B tomorrow evening in reply to mine of today about "the procession."  Put €20 credit on my phone – got €22.  Took a siesta.  Dressed as this morning.  Rosanna came in from the 16th due to rain having played 4 holes with Jane Savage.  Heavy showers in the evening in Jenkinstown and a clap of thunder.  I got wet running out to Dessie’s van at 18.25 to go in to the Town Hall for the election of community representatives onto the new Joint Policing Committee for Dundalk.  In the event we had no vote and were acknowledged publicly by Paddy Donnelly as members of the "outgoing" county community forum and as observers.  Ellen O’Hanlon had met us at the door and handed over two small boxes of smoke alarms.  Dessie gave me the one for myself and another for Dom Gallagher and a third for Majella.  I shook Vera Brown’s hand after the election.  "Better luck next time!" I commiserated, "If it had been up to me you would have been the one elected.  You spoke well."  I queried to her whether the 12 – 4 vote in her section "Residents" was "organised."  There was strong representation from "The House" in Cox’s and I suspected a Sinn Fein coup.  Vera was defeated by a hawk-nosed, closely cropped, lithe, slightly authoritarian, young gentleman from Bay Estate who spoke into the microphone hiding his mouth behind his folded hands.  Jim Cousins was elected 16 – 1 or something like that – his opponent (Marie Hayes?) did not appear.  The person elected representing youth was from "The House" and more or less of the ilk of the gentleman I have already described.  He defeated Lucy Rafferty 12 – 4.  Although their tonsure was like mine they wore shirts with collars whereas I wore a T-shirt.  I had a chat with a refined young man who had an outdoor look (i.e. a sun-tan) beside me.  He was also a worker with "The House."  He was as careful with his conversation as a senior diplomat but he was fluent.  He concentrated a bit on "Dr Connolly" the ex-CEO of the VEC.  I had a coffee in the small room off the council chamber before the meeting and two small packets of bourbon creams.  Paddy Donnelly acted as "returning officer" and Paula Gribben and Ellen assisted him.  In the evening I entered on the computer my name and Rosanna’s onto the timesheet for 14.00 tomorrow to play golf.  I (24) was not last on Tuesday – there were 20 or 30 behind me.  The best score was 38 so John Ward’s (37) 6 on the 16th made a big difference but, anyway, he lost shots off his handicap and that was his main objective.  CSS was 72, I think.  I washed my six remaining teeth before going to bed, forgot to floss.  Brushed dentures but did no exercise.

News and politics

“Dada” Funeral, Salad, Conversation, McHugh Cup

Leave a comment Posted by on May 31, 2009

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.

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Sand Bunker, Bag of Coal, Karla, Conficker

Leave a comment Posted by on May 21, 2009
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.

Computers and Internet

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

Leave a comment Posted by on May 1, 2009

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?

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A Niggle, Gorgonzola, Rules of Golf

Leave a comment Posted by on April 17, 2009

Thursday 16 April 2009

I played 6 holes with Alan Ratcliffe starting at 11.00 a.m. on a bright Easterly day. Val O’Farrell won the seniors’ section on Sunday with 34 points. I was close enough on 32. My score today was 13,5 14,4 15,5 16,6 17,8 18,6. On 18 Alan found my first drive almost by accident as we walked out behind the trees. My other ball was in the middle but I had omitted on the tee to declare it a provisional ball. Anyway I punched my first ball out along the path – a low shot with a 7-iron – and fired a 5-iron towards the green. It was well-hit but fell short. Although I chipped fairly close I two putted. 6. I had picked up my second ball. Alan scored today 13,6 14,7 15,6 16,6 17,6 18,6. Me gross 34 nett 29 off 13. Alan gross 37, nett 30 off 23. But technically I infringed the rules of golf. Sean Og was chipping with a few dozen balls over the bunker at the practice green when we were going out. I met him, Lisa, Gavin in his buggy, walking around the pro shop as I was leaving back my trolley. The trolley cost me €3. Alan and I had coffee. I paid €3 with my prepayment card. Og and Lisa were having lunch around the other side of the bar. Alan and I sat at the table near the door to the veranda and talked mostly about soccer. Rosanna away since 9.30 a.m. with Mary W Kirk practising in Baltray. "The wind was howling," she lamented when she came home. I missed a call from Leah. She, Eamonn, JJ, Kate turned up before 8 p.m. Rosanna gave them a chicken dinner. She also gave me some before I retired to bed. For lunch I ate a chicken sandwich, a ham sandwich and a half. I think I also ate two sandwiches for tea and some Gorgonzola. I washed my teeth and did my exercises before I went to bed around 11.25 p.m. And I was first to retire. Leah and Eamonn drove down to Fitzpatrick’s. I think Leah was still up at 1.45 a.m. when I rose from bed for a piss in the toilet and a drink of water in the kitchen. Kate went on my computer for a while and putted a little. She has a talent for it. JJ played with his "men" and had a gun which propelled a marble when it was loaded and when a switch was pressed. He had 3 blue marbles for the "gun." JJ also made a few attempts at golf. I rang Aisling in the afternoon. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing!" " Well I’m busy!" she boasted. A niggle in my left wrist on the golf course.

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Annie McDonald Interred. “Were you there?”

Leave a comment Posted by on April 2, 2009
Broken heart

Wednesday 1 April 2009

As I was having my siesta Kevin Toner drew his tractor up behind the ditch in Treanor’s field and emptied the septic tank.  He also (by means of suction?) cleared the drains leading the waste water from the kitchen and the old bathroom into the "line" to the septic tank.  I went out to him in my old rainbow robe, Emperor pajamas, Lotus flip-flops as he replaced the flags on the inspection point and on the septic tank.  "What planet it that man from?" he commented on my story about how I used to do my business behind the ditch and wipe my arse with a dockin leaf.  "There would not be a track of anything there in a few days," I elucidated.  Kevin has wit and intelligence and a slow but sure method.  I found the pastoral council meeting at 8.00 p.m. less congenial.  Fr. Murphy contradicted me at least twice.  When I suggested mid-day for a ceremony about suicide and suicide victims he countered that evening would be best.  He also said there was stations of the cross at Our Lady of The Wayside last Good Friday and no liturgy of the cross.  I maintained the opposite was the case but deferred to him saying my memory was poor.  I checked later in my journal and found, on the contrary, that it was his memory which was defective.  Furthermore I had commented in my journal on how successful the 3.00 p.m. ceremony was on Good Friday 2008.  My paranoia got to work and I deduced that he and Gemma did away with the service because they were unhappy with the fact that it worked so well last year.  Ireland scored (Robbie Keane) a late goal in Bari to draw 1 – 1 with 10 man Italy.  In the morning I walked over for 11.00 a.m. funeral mass for Annie McDonald.  Ann Murphy had a lot of sheets spread out before I got into my seat.  In the event there was a big choir including Jo and Gerry Malone.  Fidelis and Frances were absent but Catherine was in great voice particularly in Our Lady of Knock at the end.  Anthony Rice, Dermot Treanor and Gerry Woods were present.  I thought the singing was out of the top drawer.  I opened up a little on "O, make us love Thee" in my usual fashion but throughout I tempered my singing with thoughts of gentle Annie.

· Nearer My God to Thee
 
· When Creation Was Begun
 
· Amazing Grace
 
· Sweet Heart of Jesus
 
· Our Lady of Knock

"When I see you I know I am in the right place!" I remarked to Fr. Padraig Murphy as he was getting his vestments out of the car at the gate of Ravensdale cemetery.   I had walked home from the church and got my Lacrosse jacket – it was cool – and drove up to the graveyard in my black Yaris Strata (2007).  Rather than talk to Fr. Murphy I crossed the road after an interval and talked through the window of his jeep to Jim Loughran.  Also spoke later to Stephen Goss.  Vera Rice maintained Annie was buried with her cousin – in the wrong grave.  Her father and mother’s grave, a double grave with one other person in it was situated lower down in the graveyard.  "If she wakens up she will walk back to Bellurgan out of that grave," Vera remarked to Fr Murphy who turned his back on me to talk to her.  Renew was not mentioned at the pastoral council meeting.  Pat Deery made the suggestion about a suicide service.  At the end I mentioned I See a Darkness and Simon Moroney but scarcely anyone seemed to want to listen.  Rosanna in high dudgeon when I come home from the meeting.  She would not let me watch the soccer.  She went to bed early eventually and slept late tomorrow morning.  I washed my teeth, exercised before bed and was a little slow getting to sleep.  Dressed in black slacks, grey Argyle socks, black brogues polished, old cream shirt clean, clean underclothes, green light pullover.  I wore my Lacrosse jacket and black Greenore woolly helmet in the graveyard and again as I walked over to the pastoral council meeting.  No lamp.  Daylight on the way over; more or less dark on the way back.

Music

Rain, JS Bach, Cold Noodles

Leave a comment Posted by on March 8, 2009

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Friday 6 March 2009

Slept fairly well last night but not for long.  Dressed as yesterday.  Rosanna gave me an early lunch of baked beans and three small beefburgers and some microwaved Roosters with butter.  Left the house at 4.00 p.m.  Rain and mist on the drive to Dublin.  Windscreen wipers squeaking a little?  Reached The National Concert Hall at 6.00 p.m. having walked from Hume Street where I parked on the same side near the front door of the old cancer hospital.  Text from Aisling "doin somehtin" so she could not join me for coffee as I requested in an earlier text.  Sean Og had rung me before I left the house and he pleaded that he was going out for a pint with the people in his office after work – so he could not meet me either.  Anyway I went in to The Terrace Cafe and had salmon and baked winter vegetables and boiled new potatoes with a little lemon oil.  Very tasty and not too "filling."  I drank a pot of tea and a glass of iced water.  Baked Salmon fillet €21.95, Tea and a glass of water €2.75, gratuity €3.53, i.e. €28.23 total.  Teresa B, a little out of puff, arrived around 7.30 p.m. and went in to the ladies’ to comb her hair.  We sat in seats 43 and 44 on the balcony Red Side.  Conductor Arild Remmereit, Johannes Moser cello.  Haydn Symphony No 103 and Cello Concerto.  Schumann Symphony No 3 (Rhenish).  Sparse attendance.  Excellent concert throughout.  Moser gave an encore solo.  JS Bach sarabande from the first suite.  Chat with a girl from Greystones at the interval.  Walked left at St Stephen’s Green down past the end where Teresa had her car parked.  She drove me back round the green to the mouth of Hume Street.  I was worried about my Yaris but it was ok.  A homeless man with a long dark beard in a doorway nearby said something to me which I did not catch clearly.  Had paid €3 and some change at 5.45 p.m. to parking machine for a ticket.  The Yaris touched 125 kph on the way home without any sign of distress and I got in to the livingroom before 12.00 a.m.  Ate weetabix and milk, an apple, and some cold noodles.  Exchanged a few texts with Teresa B.  Washed my teeth, exercised and got to bed before 1.00 a.m.  Have passed no motion in the toilet since last Saturday?  I felt far more stressed on the way up to Dublin than on the way home.  Is it necessary to feel tension on an expedition like this (with different things to think about) or, with practice, could one do it while at the same time feeling relaxed?

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A Clean Car, Tagliatelle, A Creamed Drive

Leave a comment Posted by on February 23, 2009

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Saturday 21 February 2009

Played 18 starting at 12.00 p.m. with Brian Farrell.  The day became calm was overcast dry and not too cold.  I scored 27 points and Brian 30.  Kevin Maguire helped me to put the scores into the computer.  Robert Giles enquired about my game before I went out.  I did not go up to the bar but returned home and lit the fire.  I had weetabix and milk for an early breakfast and I ate two small pears, a banana and a glass of milk around 10.45 a.m.  When I returned from Greenore I lit the fire and put on the heat.  Ate a generous ham sandwich, a plate of the remnants of the tagliatelle with pesto sauce from the pot, a banana,  a mug of tea.  Took the holy water font (€6.95), my camera, my mission book, glasses and pen, envelope for "the priest" containing €4, my lamp over to mass.  I left the house around 7.05 p.m. for mass which started at 7.30 p.m.  Fr. Michael Dempsey C.SS.R warmed us up with some singing beforehand and led the singing during mass from the microphone with little deference to quality.  Fr. Dennis Luddy C.SS.R celebrated mass assisted by Fr. Padraig Murphy PP and Fr. John McKeever CC.  Fr. Murphy presented the missioners with a parish yearbook each.  Fr. Dempsey blessed my font and all the other holy objects which people brought to mass to have blessed.  Rosanna played with Antoinette Shields and AN Other and scored 29 points.  Her 31 points during the week was good enough to win the mid-week lamb competition.  The ladies are playing over 14 holes these days.  Kay McCartan asked Rosanna to play on the senior mixed team for Greenore.  She was in good form and did not kick when I invited Alan and Briege Ratcliffe into the house after mass.  She made tea and sandwiches for them and the conversation mainly about the Ratcliffe daughter went on until 10.00 p.m.  "I have visitors," I pleaded to Gemma after mass, "And I am tired after playing 18 holes of golf today.  I will take no pictures tonight."  "Did you get what you wanted last night?" Gemma enquired.  "Yes.  I did."  In fact I had been a little elated early this morning with the quality of one of the three shots I took last night and I had uploaded it onto my photobucket site.  My handicap is 13 Rosanna’s is 19 and I think Brian Farrell’s is 7.  I creamed my drive on the last over the trees to within 80 yards of the green and proceeded to duff a sand-wedge which I judged was all I needed to get to the green.  I was through the green straight over the flag on 15 with a drive and a PW.  €6 entry into the voucher competition, €3 for a trolley.  Kay Hall said, "Nice car!" as she passed by going to the 13th tee.  "Do you like it?" I replied.  "I wish you luck with it," she concluded.  I got the black Yaris Strata washed yesterday on my way home from the barber’s.  €6.  I ate a quarter sandwich or two while the Ratcliffes were here and a bowl of weetabix and milk when they left.  Washed my teeth and retired at 11.30 p.m. to bed.  Left the radio on sleep mode to listen to the news and sports results at 12.00 a.m. but fell almost immediately to sleep and never heard Manchester United’s result.  I think Sunderland drew away with Arsenal.  Discovered tomorrow that United defeated Blackburn 2 – 1.

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