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Joys of Spring. Walking to and from Connolly

 

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Monday 1 March 2010

Well I think I exercised this morning and I had a busy day. Picked Dessie up by arrangement at McCrystals’ shop at 10.50 and drove in to the clinic. Parked on the opposite side of the road at the hospital gate and the two of us walked round the back. Áine called me “in” for injection almost before I had a chance to sit down in the waiting area. She was in good form and talked freely. A student called Lucy, from Mullingar, there too. 25 mg of Risperdal Consta in the right “side.” We drove round by Meehan’s Garage to County Hall where we had a meeting on the first floor gallery with Ellen O’Hanlon. She was in good form too – full of the joys of Spring? It was a bright sunny day and maybe that helped everyone’s mood. I initialled the form nominating Dessie for election onto the North Louth joint policing committee. The nomination is in order, Ellen confirmed. Heated the remains of the stew in the pot and ate a heaped bowl with two slices of buttered Paco pan. Peeled a Lidl orange but it was rotten to the core. Very warm in the house. I turned down the thermostat in the WEL and retired for a rest. Rosanna gone golfing since morning with McBrearty. Anyway, with some trepidation, I paid €10 for a return ticket and boarded the Enterprise at 17.17 in Clarke Station and walked from Connolly to the NCH carrying a folded black Calvin Klein golf umbrella. I was dressed the same as yesterday except that I wore black patent Clarks and my Le Coq Sportif Tom McNulty jacket for outer wear. Navy Nike baseball cap. My right big toe a little the worse for wear? But I did not pull a muscle and walked all the way back after the Tara Erraught Rising Star 2010 recital. Nicolai Krugel on piano. A comedy of errors as I took my seat, W3. Could find no wallet in my hip pocket? After raising the alarm I found the wallet in my left hand. Drank two orange juices, one before the recital with a chocolate confection and one at the interval. Chocolate €2.50. Juice €3 per bottle. I bought two Mars bars for a total of €1 off an Asian man in Grafton Street on my way back to the station but was still in time to catch the 22.32 train to Clarke Station. Rosanna in bed when I arrived home around 00.10. Frost on the widows of my black Toyota Yaris Strata 2007 when I got off the train. Applied de-icer. €2 to park in Clarke Station yard. €5 for a program. The whole trip probably cost me less than if I had driven myself and it was more relaxed. I spent an hour altogether walking vigorously around Stephen’s Green, Grafton Street, O’Connell Street, Talbot Street, O’Connell’s Bridge and so on taking into account the journey in both directions from Connolly to concert hall. I enjoyed the walking and I was not tired. A red-haired railway worker spoke to me on the footbridge going down to the platform. I told him my son and I came third yesterday. “I saw that,” he replied, “60 was a good score!” I ate weetabix and milk and washed my teeth and got into bed comfortably before 01.00. Anna Dawe, Anna Kiely, Mrs. “Pip” Mulligan, Eileen Curran all spoke to me in the concert hall and also Tara’s granny. “I know your face well,” I told her. Alan Radcliffe and his wife are in Ireland but are moving permanently to Portugal, Eileen told me. 13.10 on Áine’s scales.

Ruddock Celebratory Concert


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Tuesday 13 January 2009

Dressed and made my bed.  Performed no ablutions.  Met Kevin McGeough in Green-Life driving range at 11.00 a.m.  Forgot to ring Dr Malone’s for the result of my blood test and forgot to leave an open cheque for the coalman (it turned out he did not come anyway today).  Sean Og rang on my mobile at 9.00 a.m. before I got up from bed.  Gavin is vomiting and it would not be convenient for me to stay the night there.  So I laboured all day under the apprehension that I would be too tired to make my way safely back from Dublin tonight.  Kevin and I hit 50 balls each.  €4 for 50 balls.  I had 2 cups of tea buckshee from Gavin Byrne, the assistant pro, and Kevin had coffee.  We had a chat with Frank McDonnell, Kevin’s brother-in-law, who came into the driving range shortly after us.  I returned to the toilet and passed a large solid motion.  Visited the toilet in the nick of time in City North Hotel where I had a sort of anal spasm.  I had beef curry and boiled rice (€12.20).  Worry again because I had to pick some mushroom out of the sauce and about possible consequence filled any empty space in my mind with foreboding for a few hours.  Met in the hotel Seamus McQuaid and a business associate – a young (German?) woman – and wished them a happy new year.  Tooted the horn at them as I departed the car-park.  Parked at Regency Airport Hotel.  Had another spasm in the toilet and sat in the dim bar for a while until Teresa B turned up.  She had soup and coffee, I had cheesecake dessert and coffee.  Teresa paid the bill but, later, before she left I gave her €10 which more than covered what I had eaten.  Looked at the sports pages of The Irish Times.  Paid €4 to the machine in the foyer to "redeem" my car from the car-park of Regency.  Parked in Dawson car-park  Level 1 space 6.  It was not much after 5 p.m. when I reached the National Concert Hall and extracted my ticket from the machine in the foyer.  Exchanged texts with Aisling and she rolled up around 6.00 p.m.  We sat in the foyer for a while talking about money – she has €20 000 saved, her job – she hates it, Paul’s mother – who is sinking into a coma.  Then we moved into the John Field Room where I gave Aisling a €20 note and she bought a ham and egg brown bread sandwich and tea for me and a sort of Madeira pastry for herself and tea.  < €14.  She gave me more than half of the pastry to finish.  The tea was tasty not like the usual dish-water one is used to getting away from home.  Bought a program.  €5.  Good seat on the side balcony stage right.  Was looking down face-on at the clarinet player, Michael Collins, in Mozart’s clarinet quintet.  Finghin Collins played a late? Beethoven sonata.  Wolfgang Holzmair sang 9 Schubert melodies.  The second half was Schubert’s Trout Quintet.  The concert finished at 11.00 p.m.  I thought of death and Paul’s mother at one or two points during the performances particularly at the end.  Walked from the concert hall in my woolly Greenore helmet, my Thinsulate woollen gloves, and my Le Coq Sportif jacket carrying the program.  My step was loose and fit, I felt healthier than at any time during the day, my mood was good.  Parking cost me €9.40 which I paid with my credit card.  Negotiated my way successfully out of the car-park and got home around 1.00 a.m.  Fog from Dunleer on.  Ate two small pears as well as cornflakes and milk.  Washed my teeth before I went to bed.  The house cold when I came in and dead embers in the fire.  Golfing today with Jayne Savage Rosanna liked the lie of a Cobra 7 iron she got on trial from the pro shop.

“Johnny B. Goode”


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Sunday 9 November 2008

Rosanna went to 11.30 a.m. mass in Ravensdale.  I pulled out from Jenkinstown around 11.50 a.m. and got €30 petrol in Bellurgan Service Station.  Had a piss round the back and carried on through the toll barrier to exit 7 where I pulled off the motorway to go in to City North Hotel where I did a major job in the toilet.  Drove via the Quays to Kilmainham where I missed the "turn" and carried on up to the roundabout where there was an annoying traffic jam.  Eventually got in to Royal Hospital about ten minutes before 2.  Sat and waited at the entrance to the café until Jimmy and Teresa arrived at the dot of 2.30 p.m. as Jimmy had already arranged with me this morning by text to do.  Went upstairs to the Great Hall at around 3.00 p.m. where we got our programs and hung up our overcoats.  The Scharoun Ensemble started playing at 3.30 p.m. and continued with a 15 minute interval until nearly 6.00 p.m.  My bladder was "stretched" at the end of both the first and the second half of the concert and I was uncomfortable.  In fact I had a general feeling of distress during my journey, in the Royal Hospital before the concert and during the concert.  I was somewhat on edge the whole time.  Teresa bought tea and a carrot-cake type pastry for me, tea and brown bread for Jimmy, tea and a cookie for herself, before the concert.  I walked in to the café and carried the tray out for her.  Jimmy said they (James and Rachel) liked the camera I gave them and brought it to America.  He showed me a small album of photographs of the wedding which he had printed himself in Harvey Norman’s.  Mozart Horn Quintet; Weber Clarinet Quintet; Schubert Octet.  They laid the music bare as one might pluck a turkey without leaving a single blemish on the carcass.  Due to my own personal discomfort I thought the whole performance too generous – too long!  Got out of the city without much difficulty turning left at the Henry Street junction and following the signs for the airport.  Rang Anne from City North Hotel and she came and joined me.  She drank water and would not eat – she had consumed a feed of pasta in the evening she told me.  I had sparkling water, fish-pie, chips, mashed peas, a mug of white coffee.  Anne paid for coffee.  My bill was €17.65.  Departed from City North Hotel at 8.30 p.m. and drove to Clarke Station.  I arrived at the station at 9.20 p.m. and had to wait until 10.20 p.m.  Eamonn’s train was delayed.  Listened to "O’Brien on Song" on the car radio and walked down to the platform for a piss around 10.00 p.m. although the clampers were around when I drove in to the car-park at first and they threw a scare into me or, at least, a little caution.  As I sat in the waiting room around 10.10 p.m. a negro taximan put his head in the door and demanded, "Are you waiting for someone?"  He asked me if I knew anything about the train.  I told him a railwayman had told me on the platform that the train was delayed coming out of Dublin due to an electrical fault (with the signals?).  I drank the remains of a mug of coffee which I had left this morning on the cd turntable stand in the WEL when I got home with Eamonn but ate no cornflakes before bed.  Eamonn had been at a basketball tournament in Cootehall all morning in the cold.  Leah has been training the local girls for a year or more he said.  The event he attended on Friday night was the launch of the Irish Museum of Contemporary Art.  "It’s a big industrial building near Inchicore," he said.  "I think I did more to entertain the masses than the other speakers," he maintained with a little self satisfaction.  My stomach gushed some fish-pie which caught in my wind-pipe about an hour after I went to bed.  Losing control I leaned out of the bed and allowed the fish-pie to dribble out of my mouth onto the white carpet.  I got up, went to the toilet, drank a glass of tap water, cleaned the carpet as best I could with a face towel and warm water.  I was still uncomfortable for an hour or so after I returned to bed.  I did my exercises with a little difficulty this morning and repeated them before I went to bed.  I washed my teeth, brushed my dentures, flossed before getting to bed around 11.30 p.m.  Jimmy tucked a €50 note into my top pocket as we prepared to part at the outside door coming out of the Great Hall.  I transferred it to Teresa and pleaded, "Buy something to eat on the way home."  I thanked them for coming and I expressed my delight at seeing them "all" well.  Anne was in great from and told the story of how a girl had bought three green dresses at the one time in TK Maxx where Anne works in Drogheda.  The girl had gotten Anne to take her photo in the green dress and she text’d the picture to the bride-to-be.  The instruction came back to buy the three dresses for the bridesmaids at the wedding.  Anne is manager of the fitting room in TK Maxx.  They took in €6m last year Anne informed me.

A New Steinway, a 1714 Stradivarius, Mussels, Sparkling Wine, Sausage Rolls

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Friday 3 October 2008

Rather stressed out and restless in the later morning and went to bed for an hour but this did not really help matters.  Left Eamonn in to DkIT for 8.30 a.m.  Wrote yesterday’s journal.  Rang Sorley in The Strand.  Pringle will be there on Sunday morning at 11.00 a.m.  I suggested to Sorley that Dessie and I would like a fried breakfast then.  "No problem!" Sorley replied rather expansively.  Dressed as yesterday except that I swapped my Manchester United grey tie for a rather loud yellow one with a psychedelic pattern in brown and blue.  Rosanna drove in to Clarke Station where we met Eamonn and she gave him the charger for his laptop.  He had left it behind him this morning.  The three of us traveled in the same carriage on the 3.20 p.m. Enterprise to Connolly.  Rosanna’s "social welfare" pass meant a free ticket for me too.  Rosanna and I traveled on the Luas to the Jervis stop.  Went in to Arnott’s on Henry Street and looked at shoes.  €200 is not the dearest for a pair of Barker shoes.  Could not find Lotts Café so we continued on to IFI where we sat down for a minute and I went to the toilet.  Walked on searching for Dublin Castle.  A girl rang the doorbell of the main hall and the caretaker emerged to confirm that that was the door to come to at 7.00 p.m. for the Irish Austrian Society reception.  When we returned at 7.00 p.m. he remembered us, "You’re back again."  In the interval I had a meal of chips and mussels ("Moules frites") and Rosanna a goat’s cheese and salad starter.  She had two glasses of house red.  Aisling who joined us around 6.15 p.m. had a latté and Paul a coffee.  I had also two small bottles of Perrier water and a coffee.  The total charged to my MBNA card was ~ €53 including a tip of €5.  The waiters were very different in personality.  French.  The blonde girl who approached us first got up Rosanna’s nose.  She was getting thick and wanted to leave.  In Chez Max you get the mussels in their shells with a white liquid cream sauce.  Rosanna’s mood mellowed as the meal wore on and she was delighted when Aisling and Paul turned up.  Paul told me he is able to play a few Beethoven Sonatas on the piano.  At the reception in Dublin Castle Rosanna and I sat at the side and did not get involved.  I had an interesting conversation with Kevin Farrelly a retired engineer living in North County Dublin.  He had spent most of his career abroad in different parts of the world including in "the white man’s grave" in Africa.  His wife – a French woman in bouffant hairstyle and long coat – was doing a little circulating with friends.  I had an orange juice and Rosanna had two glasses of sparkling wine.  At the interval in the concert I went out to the reception room and sourced a glass of red for her.  Hugh Tinney and Ensemble Wien played Dvorak Piano Quintet No 2 in the first half starting at 8.00 p.m.  The piano (a new Steinway?) was heard to good effect and also the viola.  The cello opened sweetly.  In the second half Tinney took a rest and sat down in the other end of the back row where we were sitting.  He is almost as good a clapper as I am!  Brahms Hungarian Dances 1, 4, 7.  Joseph Lanner Die Mozartisten and then five pieces by various members of the Strauss family including two encores.  In the second half I listened fairly intently to the lead violin.  A 1714 Stradivarius I thought it had a bright tone with a little "cry."  My impression of the Steinway was something the same – a bright forward tone with clarity and no huskiness.  Or maybe it was the key of the music or the way it was played?  I thought Hugh Tinney got on well with Ensemble Wien.  There was an appealing passage for the piano near the end of the Dvorak – a sort of hesitant, accompanied cadenza – and Tinney got the utmost support as he milked the passage quite beautifully.  In the second half the cello player was substituted by a double-bass player and, with a very light touch, he seemed to me to dominate the ensemble – and this is not just because he was standing up.  The optics were better in the second half.  I could see each performer clearly from the extreme back left corner of St. Patrick’s Hall whereas before the interval the first violin, the second violin, Hugh Tinney and his page-turner were all in a line from my point of view.  So I could see only the first of these and had a poor view of the rest particularly Hugh Tinney.  Rosanna had a glass of sparkling wine at her foot in the first half and added to this a glass of red for the second half.  We caught a taxi to Connolly.  €10 including a €1.50 tip.  The program cost me €5.  Hugh Tinney was celebrating his 50th birthday.  He was talking to a dark haired young woman as we walked towards the stairs so I did not approach him although I was longing to do so.  I was feeling starved with the hunger on the train which left Connolly at 11.20 p.m. and after a multitude of stops reached Clarke Station around 12.35 a.m.  Rosanna drove home without incident.  The house cold.  I ate corn-flakes and milk, washed my teeth, eschewed exercise and was delighted to get to bed.  I think Rosanna stayed up a little longer than me eating sausage rolls – I had one, too, before I got ready for bed.