Monday 14 December 2015
Up c 07:10. Shower but did not put on clean underclothes, socks, shirt. John Kidney crinkled up his nose at me in disgust in the Greek Restaurant in the evening before dinner? However I applied Paco Rabanne 1 Million a.m. Ate a continental breakfast including tea, smoked salmon, pastries. Good humoured African mademoiselle attended to me. A very intense day in the incubator-like meeting room on the 7th floor. René wanted the sliding glass doors to the balcony open; Eva wanted them shut because smoke is one of her many allergies. Presentations about 1 hour each from Maria Nyman, director of Mental Health Europe; Camille Bullot, membership officer, European Patients’ Federation; Catherine Naughton, finance officer, European Disability Federation; Henri Nickels, head of sector, equality and citizens’ rights department, Fundamental Rights Agency. Lunch 12:15 —> 13:45. Sandwiches, a glass of wine, fruit cocktail, coffee. Chat with Agnes from Belgium at lunch table. Dinner in a Greek restaurant round the corner from the hotel. “Bon soir, Mademoiselle,” “Vin blanc, s’il vous plait.” “A good choice, M’sieu.” A little curtsy? Sat beside John Kidney at the end of the table. No-one opposite. Lupe and Maths near. Also Eva (The Goddess), distressed after the row with René today? Wine, bread, salad, ice-cream/chocolate dessert, coffee. Nice and not overpowering. Took no shower, wrote no journal, straight to bed c 21:20.
Sunday 8 November 2015
Drove across the mountain on a windy and wet morning to The Strand. Breakfast with Dessie and also Dennis Pringle. No sign of Dermot Mooney. An accident on the Newry/Omeath road, Dennis told us. Dennis chaired a good meeting of Cooley Environmental and Health Group. I took a few photos and uploaded 2 of them later onto Facebook. Formatted my Canon. I drove home from Omeath the long way stopping off in the golf club where I had an Americano and a short conversation with Joe Molloy who was in the bar with his son Joseph and Larry Hughes. “Did you ever play in a cup final, Buster?” “An FAI cup final? No.” I listened to the cup final from the Aviva inattentively working on the Dell Inspiron in the sitting room. Dundalk scored in the last few minutes of extra time and ran out 1 – 0 winners over Cork City and were by all accounts the superior team. But it was close. The Pats were beaten in Drogheda in the first round of the Leinster Club Championship by Ballyboden St. Enda’s, 1 – 08 v 0 – 07. I wrote out the minutes of the TUIRMA AGM. Trouble with the Mail app on my Dell. Also e-mailed on the Acer Silvia re RENEW starting on 25 November. Got my journal up-to-date working in the sitting room. I ate boiled rice and chicken curry for tea. Supper of wheat bisks, sliced banana, milk. Trousers damp at the front and the inside of my thighs uncomfortable. Felt better when I washed my teeth, head and body and put on pyjamas. I think I lit the fire and anyway there was a good fire going in the White Elephant Lounge most of the evening. Very few people braved the elements to get out on the golf course today. Read about Gotterdammerung, the twilight of the gods, on Wikipaedia. Tried to grapple with the program of Staatsoper Unter den Linden next summer when Ekaterina Gubanova will figure in The Ring conducted by Daniel Barenboim.
Wednesday 1 July 2015
Up 06:20 after a slight nightmare featuring misshapen thieves and my watch. Played 6 starting at 07:50. 5, 4, 5, 5, 6, 5 = 30. Never struck a decent approach putt. Took 3 from the edge of 13, 14, 17. 3-putted 15. Pitched with a lob wedge on 16 and 18 and 2-putted both greens. Took a shower and changed everything. 20° at 08:00. Drank a 500ml bottle of Coke sitting at the bench outside the pro shop. Chat there with Alan Dempsey who has recently retired from An Gárda and rejoined the club. Dessie rolled up. Good chat between the three of us. Laddie bore the mark where the growth on his right back thigh has been removed. I think I ate a ham sandwich for breakfast and drank 2 mugs of Barry’s Tea. Consumed corn flakes and milk for lunch. Printed on my new Dell laser printer my journal for June and mounted it in the shocking pink ring backed folder. Fried several slices of baked ham on the Tefal pan in butter. Also fried boiled turnips left over from yesterday and some of yesterday’s mash. Scoffed the lot. Washed up thoroughly. Swept the kitchen floor. Had taken a short siesta. Re-made my bed. Washed teeth and face. Donned clean white shirt sans vest, Greenore cufflinks, grey underpants, grey small-check Robbie slacks, blue suspenders, dark grey Kartel 42” jacket, dark grey socks, black Hush Puppie brogues. Wore a silver and blue biro in my shirt pocket and a silver and gold watch on my left wrist. Dessie pulled up outside the gate at 19:20 and ferried me in his small Fiat to Stephenson’s Pond. Tea and a scone with raspberry jam. Municipal Area meeting of the PPN (public participation network). Larry Magnier elected to the secretariat. He was one of 4 who stood for election: an African lady, a woman called Thompson from Omeath, John Morgan. Rosanna played 12 holes with the sisterhood. Grumpy.
Wednesday 13 August 2014
Diverted to the 4 Seasons for an urgent shite. Played a damp 6 holes starting at 08:00. 4, 3, 6, 5, 6, 4 = 28. Took a shower and changed all my clothes except my socks which were still dry. Took a siesta 13:00 —> 14:00. Rang Óg a.m. Cooked €5 worth of haddock, 2 large fillets cut into a total of 4 pieces, on the Tefal pan. Boiled peeled Rooster sections together with unpeeled baby potatoes in the one pot. Heated baked beans in tomato sauce. Halved a lemon. Used salt and malt vinegar as well on the food. Rosanna golfed with the sisterhood after lunch. The day cleared. Brought in washing from the back of the garden, blocks from beside the small shed at the gable, coal from the bunker next Majella’s ditch. Lit the fire in The White Elephant Lounge. Siesta 17:00 —> 19:00. Washed up thoroughly. Typed yesterday’s journal into Word on the Acer P3. Rang Gerardine yesterday. Nice fire on from afternoon until bed-time. Wore my Susan O’Connor dentures all my waking hours today. No problem. Learned how to chew with them. Use the “teeth” further back. Pádraig Rice did a good job on the middle ventilator in my bedroom window. It opens easily now. Sent a text to Lisa about my proposed visit on Friday. Kevin McGeough cried off by text tomorrow’s meeting in Glenda’s.
Wednesday 12 December 2012.
Up soon after 07.00. Dropped Eamonn outside the restaurant in DkIT c 08.50. Piddled in Saint Oliver’s and then got in to the clinic, my second attempt. Collette opened the locked door. A tall statuesque dark student nurse emerged from within after a while and told me that Pakie would not be in until 09.45 and apologised. So I went back to Saint Oliver Plunkett’s Hospital and gave Mary Mag a small box of Cadbury’s Roses. Less coherent than usual she was happy enough. Her bed was neat and the nurses were coming in with porridge when I left. Mickey Lane blew me when I was walking in to the Clinic. 25 mg of Risperdal Consta in the left “side.” Pakie told me the joke about the woman with a duck under her arm. “What do you think of my pig?” I told him my story of Billy Hulme and the wife. Good humour all round. Pakie had slept it! Drove home and rang Jo Malone and John Finnegan. Could not “get” Eva. Kevin McGeough bought me tea and toast in Glenda’s. We talked about singing and the usual things. His sister, Sheila, in the final stages of illness at home from hospital at her request. €1 for 3 apples. “Have you nothing smaller?” Glenda. “I am looking for change,” I said handing her a €20 note and showing her my empty purse. €10 note + 4x€2 coins + €1 coin. Used the €1 coin to park in DkIT straddling a line between 2 cars alongside a shed in the car-park beside Carroll’s building. Took a few snaps outside before and 1 of Ferdia Mac Anna after the creative writing class. Enquired at reception about the protocol for taking photos. I wrote a brief story about my handball match in 1961 with Pat Kiernan. A little precipitation. Fried cold small microwaved potatoes and a piece of Salmon Wellington on the Tefal pan in butter; reheated carrots parsnips peas by microwave in the “circus” bowl; heated the coagulated gravy in the roasting dish on a ring of the cooker; put a few slices of cold silverside on my plate; laid out the salt and tomato sauce. A tasty repast. Washed it all down with a nice glass of McGuigan red. Rosanna golfed 12 holes with Pat Cluskey. Alan Ratcliff rang on my mobile when I was sitting at the window in the meeting room of Our Lady of The Wayside Church c 19.35 when I was waiting for Renew to start at 20.00 and warming the room up. Briege who has had teeth pulled unwell due partly at least to Wafarin in her system. So no Alan and no kettle! When Dessie turned up I drove home in the rain and took the kettle out of an empty house. Rosanna gone in to DkIT to collect Eamonn? Fr. Paddy Larkin, John “Feather” Finnegan, Jo Malone; also turned up. John, Dessie and I stayed on afterwards for tea in disposable cups that I had supplied along with 0.5l of cow’s milk. Nice, I thought, with Dessie’s Ginger Nut biscuits. Feather showed an interested Fr. Larkin Michael O’Hanlon’s history of Cooley while I was boiling the kettle. But Fr. Larkin left before we drank tea. Jo had already departed. Ate some cold chicken curry at home and searched the archive on indymedia.ie and Sean’s Space on the subject of love, for my “homework.” After supper washed teeth and got to bed around 23.10. Rang Áine this morning outside the clinic. She returned my call in the evening and I waxed on about Mental Health: Peers in Progress.
Wednesday 28 November 2012.
Exercised, showered, trimmed my neck and upper lip. Attended Ferdia MacAnna’s class at 12.30. Not the boardroom this time. His office a long narrow rectangular room. A guy beside me wrote nothing. He was “thinking.” Seán Wiseman. I made a big impression with my description of M I O’Flynn. “I never heard anything like that before,” Ferdia remarked. But I think it was my voice rather than my writing. Bought milk and apples in Lidl. Filled my white Toyota iQ with computer, camera, scissors, ash bucket, brush, shovel, poker, tongs, towel, handwash cream, a drinking glass, James Kilbane CD. Bought briquettes and a Snickers Duo in the shop. Decided not to light the fire. Put on the central heating in the old schoolhouse, lit all the lights, hung about for nearly 2 hours listening to the CD on the computer which displayed a photo of last Advent’s Renew Group in Patsy Treanor’s. Scoffed both parts of the Snickers Duo. My stomach a little acid, the effect of eating a lot of bread today. But the Snickers cured that. Eventually Dessie rolled up around 19.40, Alan Ratcliff around 19.45 and in quick succession near the deadline of 20.00 Fr. Paddy Larkin, Breege and Patsy Treanor, Brian Glynn . John Finnegan came in a little late and I vacated my chair to let him sit down and went and got another chair for myself from the store on the way in to the kitchen. I had set out 7 chairs around the brown bull on which I cast the envelope containing the booklets and the brown case containing my glasses. Anyway I am not going to give a blow by blow account but the session went well, I thought, including an alternative gospel from Dessie which he had downloaded from the Catholic Priests’ Association site. I finished up the session singing a verse and chorus of “O, Little Town of Bethlehem,” and then “Ubi Caritas” x 2. Rosanna home from golf in tolerant mood when I reached my own fireside. The radiators made little impression on the cold. 2 of them not functioning. Posted grant application in Jenkinstown on my way in to DkIT and also the reply card to Claire’s invitation.
Friday 12 October 2012.
Played 6 holes of golf in Greenore with Alan Ratcliff starting at 10.00. Linda rustled up coffee for both of us. Lunch of smoked mackerel heated on the small pan in butter + 2 slices of buttered brown bread + fried tomato + a glass of milk + a tart juicy orange. Cleaned out the fireplace in The Old School, Bellurgan. Journalled. Cleaned out and lit the fire in the living room. Ireland 1, Germany 6. I “listened” to the match on radio playing through the Acer. Ate stew and buttered brown bread. Wheat bisks, sliced banana, milk; for supper. Tea; brown bread with butter, Brie, sliced ham: for breakfast. Sent a few texts and made a few calls about the IMPERO meeting in Bellurgan Old School tomorrow.
Sunday 9 September 2012.
Started at 11.50 with Brian Farrell and dinged the first two holes but accumulated 37 from the next 16 despite a 6 at the last where my PW approach struck the back of the bunker and rolled on into an almost unplayable position at the bottom of the hedge on the left. I had to chip out backwards and then took 3 to get down: for a 6. Brian scored 28 total. A bottle of tap water, a pot of tea, a warm scone with butter and strawberry jam in the bar watching the second half of the All-Ireland Hurling Final. Kilkenny caught up and went ahead only for Joe Canning to put over a free with the last puck of the match for an exciting draw. The minor match was also drawn between Tipperary and Dublin. All 4 teams with different combinations of goals and points scored 19 points each. Kilkenny 0 – 19: Galway 2 – 13. Rosanna served me a chicken dinner with carrots, parsnips, potatoes, lots of gravy and stuffing. Also ate an orange and quaffed a glass of Vin de Pays, white wine. Gave Rosanna a glass. She went on to drink some more mixing the wine with red lemonade. Found out on-line that I came 3rd in the voucher competition. Chuffed and a little surprised; but I scored 22 points for the back 9. McIlroy, – 21, 3 ahead bogeyed the last to win the BMW championship at Crooked Stick by 2 from Lee Westwood and Phil Mickelson with Tiger in joint 4th. His second consecutive victory and third in four outings. I think I washed my 5 ½ remaining teeth before I retired to bed around mid-night. Weetabix, sliced banana, milk; for both breakfast and supper. I ate a Snickers playing the second hole and Brian gave me the big half of a generous banana on the 12th fairway. I think I never drank a drop of water the whole way round the golf course. Parred every hole from 11 to 17. Brian remarked, “1 banana a day!” Any more would cause constipation he asserted, as we played the 12th.