December 31, 2013
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December 19, 2013
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Saturday 7 December 2013
Got petrol and €150 cash In Bellurgan Service Station. Rosanna went to golf soon after 12.00 and returned 19.30. She won the prize for the first day, last week. Scare over flights from Dublin. Some air traffic control problem in Britain. Rang Lufthanasa twice. Flight at 06.00 tomorrow confirmed. Weetabix and milk for lunch. Packed. The big case on wheels. Went to bed at 16.00 but did not sleep. Dessie rang and got me up. A long phone-call. Boiled three 4-minute eggs. Delicious with salt, pepper, creamery butter. I had also eaten some cold porridge from the pot, left over by Rosanna. After the eggs I consumed Weetabix and milk. Peeled and ate with a knife and fork a nice Tesco orange. Gums sore. Skin cut. Left dentures out altogether today indefinitely. Went to bed at 20.00 and slept till 23.30. Put in dentures for one last time to eat toast and drink tea. Washed teeth including sore lower left gum. Left dentures out and packed them in the toiletries bag in my big case. Could not find my white jacket. Did I leave it in the golf club? Did I leave it in Tesco? I’m getting used to losing things. Feels like I am losing my marbles. Anyway I later concluded that I had packed it already in my big case. Wore black “legal” slacks with holes in both front pockets, cappuccino Ralph Lauren golf socks, black boxers, white long-sleeved semi-polo Ralph Lauren golf shirt, black and grey Mizuno thermal golf gansy, cappuccino Ralph Lauren sweat-shirt, Oakmont brown golf jacket: Nike blue and white barred 20XI golf “woollen” cap. Packed my navy thermal gloves in my small bag. Lost my confidence in the approach and had to double back a short distance towards the roundabout to find the Red Express long-term car-park. Had to insert my UB credit card to gain access although the machine read my number plate 10LH1517. Pissed beside my car on the heavy gravel near the bus. The driver, of Oriental origin, offered to take me immediately to the airport when I told him I wanted to go to the toilet. In the event he waited for me while I relieved myself on the stony ground. Nearly lost my confidence again on the Lufthansa machine for producing boarding passes. It would not read my passport. However I came back to the machine, re-oriented the passport and the machine coughed up the two boarding passes like clockwork. John Anthony Crudden. I felt proud. “You’ll get your luggage in Bucharest,” the thin active blonde assured me when I checked in my big case. The lady in security said, “Take them off!” when I showed her my braces. I was left holding up my trousers but the scanner did not bleep when I shuffled through. The German security man in Frankfurt let me keep my braces on but the scanner protested when I walked though. I was called aside for a mannerly but thorough body search. An apple croissant and tea on the flight from Dublin. A moist soft tasty sandwich and orange juice on the way from Frankfurt to Bucharest. The driver of the 780 bus from Henry Coanda airport let me on and took me in his own cabin standing at the front window beside him because I had no ticket. He dropped me at Gara de Nord station off the Calea Grivitei. I gave him 10 RON for himself because I felt valued. A confident interested man’s man who was not afraid of me and did not despise me. The people standing around at the station seemed unwilling to guide me and the one man who tried to help was given a tongue lashing by a small voluble sour old lady and he, too, turned away from me. Taxi drivers buttonholed me and offered to drive me for 50 RON, then 30 RON, then whatever I liked. I insisted, “I am going to walk.” A woman in a florist’s kiosk pointed readily to the Hotel Ibis when I called from outside through her door. I gave 1 RON to a small young girl/woman sitting with her back to the wall of a bank on the footpath. She rubbed her stomach expressively indicating hunger. She was not satisfied with what I gave her but, at the same time, offered thanks. Piotr, Jerzy, Jolijn; in the lobby. Very warm in the hotel. I took a shower. Dressed in flip flops, new white tight-fitting trunks, Calvin Klein T-shirt, black “legal” slacks. Carried my cappuccino Ralph Lauren golf sweat-shirt. I had washed the very same T-shirt and dried it, the other day. There was a round of introductions and some business before dinner at 19.00. I had text’d Rosanna in the afternoon. “Hi Rosanna. Took shower in Hotel Ibis. Found white jacket in suit case. Love. Seán.” Now I brushed my teeth and painful gum and went to bed soon after 20.00. I slept well and I needed it. But I sweated a lot in the night. Next blue/grey long sleeved-pyjamas. I unpacked in my room completely today and hung a lot of my things on hangers in the “wardrobe,” many of them which I did not subsequently use.
August 3, 2013
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Friday 2 August 2013.
Up 06.30. Nice morning but breezy. Played 6 with Alan Ratcliff starting at 10.00. 7, 4, 4, 6, 2, 5. Holed my 3-metal second shot on 17. An albatross. Looked for the ball in the rough at the back of the green then found the ball in the hole! Did not change socks or clothes. Coffee. Alan paid including pay for the last time he was there. Forgot my shoes and cardigan. Unloaded my gear at home and returned to the club. Golfer’s fry, chips, tea. Called in at 15.00 to Dixon’s funeral parlour in Maxwell’s Row the first to view Dickie Breen laid out with a rosary entwined in his delicate hands. My name ostentatiously the first in the Book of Condolences. Printed 21 x 6”x4” photos in Long Walk Shopping Centre. €6.20. Bought 2.75l of milk in Tesco. Rosanna was called out to play in a team with Ken Donald and the O’Hagans, Siobhán and Dónal. I mounted 16 of the photos in the red Lú folder after my journal for July. First took a much needed siesta. Then washed my teeth; my feet in a basin of Radox; then used the solvent to wash my face and head. Before my ablutions I ate 4 open ham sandwiches, a slice of Kilmeaden, a mug of tea. After my ablutions and before mounting the photos I quaffed a glass of Soave. Then fixed the snaps. Ate a wheat biscuit and some wheat/rice crispies, in milk; for supper. The Chada boys buried today. Alan scored 48. He goes to England in the next day or two to “baby-sit” and to consult his surgeon.
May 31, 2013
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Thursday 30 May 2013.
Up c 05.30. Performed my usual routine making my bed, breakfast. Showered but did no exercises. I have been dilatory about my morning stretches now for over a week? Unusual breakfast of a sandwich made of 2 sliced tomatoes and the ends of some mature cheddar blocks + tea. Eamonn delayed his departure from Jenkinstown so as to reach Park Street around 09.00 so that he could shop for paint, tape; for the exhibition he is creating in DkIT. The exhibition opens on Wednesday and later on tonight when I met him in McGeough’s pub he invited me to attend the opening. “If you like?” Bought a pack of 4 butter croissants in Tesco this morning, milk, a sliced pan. Ate 3 generous croissants with coffee for lunch. Rang Óg at 10.30. He goes into the Bon Secours again this evening. “A few days,” he said. “A week,” Lisa mentioned later on in the day when she replied to my text of the other day suggesting a visit here from Gavin. She wants Óg to come down here with Gavin later on because she thinks Gavin would not come on his own. Anyway Óg sounded in good form on the phone. Played 6 with Alan Ratcliff starting at 11.00 in a strong N breeze beneath blue skies. Alan; 7, 8, 9, 10, 8, 7: 49. Me; 5, 5, 4, 8, 9, 4: 35. I left my Nike white golf cap draped over the umbrella in my golf bag so as to let the sun play on the skin of my bald head. “You could get sun-stroke that day?” I remarked to Alan as we walked through the hedge departing to the car park from the 18th green. “The medication I am on leaves me prone to that,” I informed him. That led to a discussion over coffee of drug treatment, the medicalisation of mental illness, cancer, old age. “You are ill; take a pill and you will be healed.” I conveyed as eloquently as I could to Alan my paranoid outlook that that paradigm which underlies all of modern medicine owes more to superstition than science. I was riding my favourite hobby horse. Somehow I think Alan shares my point of view. “I must be made of steel to have lasted so long!” I asserted paradoxically about my medication. Alan has his own problems with steroid medication for rheumatism which he has been taking for years. Alan travels to Gatwick on Monday for a scan on Wednesday in connection with his aneurism. Alan paid for coffee. It was my turn but I was tardy over changing my shoes in the locker room. Took a siesta 14.30 à 18.30. Chicken, gravy, roasted vegetables, 2 smallish boiled potatoes; cold. Lit the fire in the living room. Took a call from Dorie about the old snooker table and about Seán Óg. I took a call on my mobile from Dessie when I was having coffee in the club today in the early afternoon. Reply to my text re IMPERO meeting on 15 June. I paid €2.60 for a small bottle of coke in McGeough’s tonight when I went in to collect Eamonn. He refused my offer of a pint. “I would not be ready for work in the morning if I drank another,” he lamented. We did not reach Jenkinstown until a little after 23.00. “I am tired and I do not want to talk or anything,” Eamonn said addressing his mother when he carried his dinner in to The White Elephant Lounge. I kept my distance sitting in the corner by the fire in the living room. I wrote longhand my notes for today’s journal and yesterday’s before I retired to bed around mid-night, after the others.
Friday 19 April 2013.
Exercised and showered. Journalled. Got the picture right on the Dell. A lot of Microsoft downloads. Avast gave the browser on the Dell a clean bill of health. Also the external hard drive. So the job is a good one? Also discovered that I have a live subscription to the Dell Support Centre until April 2014. Still remembering Nandini Boopathy who breathed life back into the Dell a few years ago. I had despaired about the Support Centre. Ate mostly bread today with ham and cheese. Practiced chipping, putting, the PW; in Greenore. Talked to Rosemary Hanratty. Rosanna visited Óg today.
March 22, 2013
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Wednesday 20 March 2013.
Left Eamonn in to DkIT in the morning. Got to Dundalk Shopping Centre just in time to pass a motion. 10% haircut proposed on all deposits in Cyprus. Read some of No Bother. Took an early siesta after I came home from town. Picked Eamonn up from DkIT at 17.00 and returned after 19.00 to 19 Cherryvale to pick up Michael Farrelly for the last session of Renew for this Lent. Fr. Larkin, Dessie there as well. Catrióna Hughes and Catrióna Treanor ensconced in the vestibule when Michael and I entered the church. They were “teaching” a gaggle of subdued teenagers. Easter ceremonies? Paddy O’Toole turned up soon after Renew ended. To lock up and to “do a few things.” At the end of Renew I passed around cans of Coke Zero and took 3 or 4 snaps with my Canon. All participants in good mood. Everything went well. “A good team?” I remarked and Fr. Larkin commented, “ Well balanced!” He adverted to the fact that we had no women on the team. Eamonn went early to bed. I am not sure but I may have celebrated with a glass of wine. We sang, “Ceád Míle Fáilte Romhat, a Íosa,” at Renew tonight after the reflection. Micheal did the prayers, Dessie the lessons and the psalm from his missal. Fr. Larkin read the gospel and the “final thought.” I read the reflection. The gospel was the “triumphal entry into Jerusalem.” “A humble man riding a colt down the hill,” I pointed out before the hymn.
February 16, 2013
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After decades of service as sacristan in St. Mary’s Church, Bellurgan and, subsequently, in Our Lady of The Wayside Church, Jenkinstown, Eva Hamill retired officially from her sacred duty on Saturday 16 February 2013. Her retirement was marked with a presentation from Gemma McDermott, chairperson of the pastoral council, and another from Fr. Pádraig Murphy PP DD, parish priest of Lordship and Ravensdale. The presentation followed a very moving mass including blessing and anointing with oil celebrated by Fr. Murphy starting at 11.00. This mass was Eva’s final duty as sacristan. It included the hymn “To Do Your Will” sung after communion at Eva’s request.