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

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.

A Niggle, Gorgonzola, Rules of Golf

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.

Rain, JS Bach, Cold Noodles


Note

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?

Siesta, Lamp, Pub-crawl


Wink

Friday 26 December 2008



Rosanna and I talked in bed for an hour last night in the downstairs bedroom in Leah’s aunt’s house (Marie Doherty).  I did not get to sleep until after the wee small hours – the pillows were a bit too steep for me although the bed was comfortable.  We had breakfast of milk and weetabix – Leah gave us a bag of stuff last night including coffee and rashers.  Rosanna and I walked up to the lake from Leah’s house and I took two snaps of her there – one of them beside "her" cabin cruiser.  We walked back down as far as the bridge.  In the afternoon after another Christmas dinner I succumbed to tiredness and, on my own, retreated "round the corner" to Leah’s aunt’s house where I had a good 2 ½ hour sleep and a cup of coffee.  Returned in the dark to Leah’s house.  Later Leah, Eamonn, I, Rosanna, Evelyn, Aisling (who had arrived at 3.00 p.m.), Kate, JJ went by the light of JJ’s lamp on a pub crawl of the two pubs in Cootehall.  We met Leah’s uncle-in-law and aunts in Henry’s and Maura.  In Paddy’s I played 2 games of pool against Kate and watched her cousin the comedian Catherine Lynch on RTE2.  JJ slightly aggressive and antagonistic toward Kate when we got home?  Rosanna and I walked by the light of JJ’s lamp to "our" house and got to bed without much delay.  Rosanna tired.  My energy was good – due to my siesta?

Enterprise, Luas, Irish Film Institute


Telephone receiver

Saturday 27 September 2008

Rosanna and I caught the 11.38 a.m. Enterprise from Clarke Station to Connolly.  Free tickets because Rosanna has the free travel.  Chat with Mrs. Billy Baldwin on the platform as we waited for the train which was about 7 minutes late.  Rosanna rang Aisling from the bar at Connolly.  Aisling complained of a sore throat and said we were welcome to come out to the house.  She was supposed to go to a wedding of a friend of Paul’s in Wicklow but she cried off.  Around 5.00 p.m. when I in The Writers’ Bar in The Gresham returned her missed call she was on her way to Wicklow in better humor and quite vivacious and conversational.  "How did Mum like the film?" she enquired.  Rosanna and I caught the Luas from Connolly to the "Jervis" stop.  We paused around 1.15 p.m. for lunch in The Lotts Café near The Halfpenny Bridge.  Rosanna had coffee Americano (€2.50) and garlic bread and cheese (€6.00): I had salmon fillet on a bed of small peas or lentils (€15).  Paid all with my MBNA credit card.  I was going to the toilet like a fiddler’s elbow in Clarke Station, Connolly, on the train, in the café and later in the Irish Film Institute.  "You’ll have to see someone about that," Rosanna worried a few times, "You shouldn’t be going to the toilet so much!"  Got my tickets out of the machine in IFI and sat down at a table in the bar beside a man who was eating.  A little inconsequential but friendly conversation with him.  I think I said I was secretary of IMPERO but he did not say anything about himself except that he was a Dub.  Afterwards I found out from Peter Moroney that he was a "Dr Murphy" who used to be in "Ardee."  "I never heard anyone say they were sorry to see him go?" Peter commented.  The film "I see a Darkness" was a poignant, posthumous, well-shot, coherent (at least on the surface) account of the death by suicide of Simon Moroney (16) on 10 May 2003.  Simon was the second of Peter and Mrs. Moroney’s three sons.  Rosanna said later that the youngest son who was sitting beside her was crying during the showing.  The film featured the four member’s of Simon’s family and a boy and a girl (friends of Simon’s) as well as a mature friend (an MS sufferer?) of Simon’s who philosophized a few times on camera.  I was talking to Peter Moroney as we left IFI and as Rosanna went to the toilet.  He said as he moved on to talk to Dr. Murphy, "Are you going to the reception?"  "No," I replied, "My wife wants to see the shops."  Cool in the morning it turned out to be a balmy, calm day and I sweated as we rushed a little to get to IFI.  As I was drinking a coffee in Clery’s around 4.15 p.m. I took off my jacket, rested and cooled down a bit.  Bought a pack of 3 pairs of Argyle socks in Clery’s (€5.00 total) and a pack containing two singlet-type vests (€12.00 total).  Rosanna bought there for me a v-necked acrylic pullover in brown, yellow and dark green (€10).  We walked as far as The Gresham where I had tea (€4.00) and two "hot" scones with butter and strawberry jam (€4.95).  Rosanna had soup of the day with brown bread and butter (€6.50).  Total paid with my MBNA card, €15.45.  I dropped some crumbs on the carpet and an American woman lifted my jacket off the floor (where I had carelessly placed it) and hung it on the back of my armchair.  The young waiter was from Mauritius and Rosanna made a point of giving him a tip (€2?).  Ate a pack of Munchies in Connolly that Rosanna bought for me – she also bought a pack for herself.  Was able to wash my hands in the toilet before we boarded the 7.00 p.m. Enterprise for Clarke Station.  A woman called "Rosaleen" from Crossmaglen told me on the train that Pat Kiernan’s mother died when he was young and that his father married again.  Joe Kiernan is Pat’s step-brother.  Wrote yesterday’s diary soon after I got up this morning.  Did my exercises morning and night and washed and flossed my teeth before bed.  My head and face not as painful today as they were yesterday.  Went on to have a good night’s sleep.  Got up 3 or 4 times to go to the toilet and drank a glass of tap-water each time.  A "warning" note on Rosanna’s windscreen in the car-park at the station.  She had not realized that a €2 parking fee is now payable for using the car-park.  I ate corn flakes, sliced banana and milk and drank a few glasses of tap-water when we arrived home.  I rang Og this morning from Connolly Station.  He was minding Gavin – Lisa gone out.  Rosanna had a red eye today especially noticeable when we were in Clery’s.  Rosanna said of the film-maker Alan Gilsenan, "Is he a bit affected?"  To be judgmental about it I formed a good impression of him.  The film was well-made, inoffensive and all the participants were presented in a reasonably flattering light.

Greenore and Mount Oliver


Wednesday 19 March 2008

Played 18 holes – starting at 13 at 11.00 a.m. with Alan Ratcliff.  Pulled a hired cart.  €3.  Scored approximately 90 for the round and did not lose my ball.  Shanked a bunker shot on 1 and shanked a chip on 12 – my last hole.  Annoying.  Lost my green and white umbrella on 13 and prayed to St. Anthony but it had not been handed in by evening.  Ulster girls’ team going out to practice.  They had the first tee booked until 11.30 a.m.  Alan played better than usual and won a few holes.  Rang Tom Hamill x2 in the morning and arranged for myself, Alan and his wife Briege to attend in Mount Oliver the celebration of "Passover."  I took no shower and sat in my golf clothes at the ritual between Ann Kieran and Alan Ratcliff.  Grape juice, bitter herbs, roast lamb and vegetables including potato.  About 80 attended including a party from the NW.  The ritual lasted from 7.30 p.m. until around 11.00 p.m.  I enjoyed it and got on well with Ann Kieran, I thought, although I was rather too warm in my moss green Greenore jersey and black shirt.