Never left the house all day.Prepared lunch; dinner.Washed up after dinner.Lit the fire in The White Elephant Lounge in the early afternoon.Rosanna still wrecked.She was in bed during the day for a few hours.Aisling went to Dundalk and Carlingford with Teagan.I still have trouble over urination.Much the same as the past few days.Frequency with bladder and bowel moving in unison.Read my journal for this day in 2011 and also this day in 2015.A lot of “memories” on Facebook for this day.Trouble with The Dell Inspiron.Real time scanning off.MVT (McAfee Virtual Technician) did not work for me to turn real time scanning on.Worried all night about my computer, virus, etc.Still worried until after mass tomorrow when MVT worked the oracle.Journaled this morning.20:27.
·Wheat biscuits, milk, sliced banana
·A white pan heel, a small brown heel, butter, smoked cheddar, Ballymaloe relish, ½ a blueberry muffin; tea
·Steamed Roosters, ham, baked beans in tomato sauce; a banana.Coffee later
Paul Smyth rang.He golfed with Casey and Mallon a.m.
Not in the best of form. Mood overhung by golf and iffy weather. In the event although I played inadequate golf I managed until the 18th where I hit my second shot from behind the mounds near the 13th tee with a 7-iron out of the rough. It bounced beyond the bunker to the right of the green and Paul Smyth called out that it was “alright.” However when I got as far as the green the ball was nowhere to be seen. It must have rolled on under the hedge. So what was a poor score for me turned into a NR with the last stroke of the round. I was pretty dejected on the golf course and the faux pas at the last did little to lift my mood. Anyway keyed in my result and took a shower. Forgot to pack my towel this morning so I improvised and dried myself off with a second vest I had in the bag and the shirt I wore on the golf course. I drank a bottle of RiverRock in the bar. Downed an Americano and a bar of Kit-Kat. Ate some of Brian Farrell’s crisps and more that I bought myself and emptied out of the Tayto bag onto Brian’s plate. Brian was eating egg sandwiches and drinking tea. Paul Smyth tucked into a steak sandwich. I left Paul home. Brian Snr. waved several times through the window. Sore muscle in my right buttock as usual. Apart from that I did not feel any the worse for wear after the golf. A little nervous because it was quite warm today. I drank the contents of the TUI Credit Union water bottle on the course saving the bottle of RiverRock I purchased from Ian Brennan before I went out on the course for later on in the bar. Louth lost by 7 points to Meath in Parnell Park while we were playing our round which began at 13:06. Paul 93 – 16 = 77. Brian 82 – 7 = 75. Rosanna gave me 2 baked breaded fish cakes for tea as well of some of her own because she thought it was not thoroughly cooked. Later I ate Corn Flakes and milk. Wore my dentures all day from early morning until bedtime when I brushed my gums and three remaining teeth. A first for a long time. Up early, c 07:30, to pack my golf gear and get ready. I think I ate Weetabix, sliced banana, milk; for breakfast. Drank tea too. Drove to Bellurgan Service Station where I withdrew 2x€50 notes from the service till. Crossed the mountain to The Strand. Dessie rang me at The Long Woman’s Grave to say Paul Smyth was not ready at the top of the road and he was not going over to collect him. Paul rang me in The Strand. I told him and said, “I was early this morning, I could have collected you.” Anyway Paul consulted with his father who agreed to run him down to The Strand. Paul turned up just as four of us; Pringle, Dessie, Mooney, me; sat down for breakfast soon after 10:00 at a round table for 5 towards the back of the new room on the way to the service area. €35 for 5 full breakfasts including corn flakes for Dermot Mooney and mushrooms for all. Willie Jones served the breakfasts leaving Dessie until last and gave me €15 change in two notes out of a €50 note. Good meal. An egg, a rasher, 2 large sausages, black pudding, white pudding, potato farl, soda pancake, mushrooms, tea, orange juice, red sauce, brown sauce, brown bread, butter, marmalade. Maybe the repast stood me in good stead later in the day as I laboured round the golf course? Lively meeting of Cooley Environmental and Health Group. Theme for Winter Workshop 2017 decided: “Homelessness.” I tried to get them to consider running with the 17 Sustainable Development Goals 2030 of the United Nations. But I did not get much of an audience although I used most of my oratorical powers of persuasion. But maybe my effort lacked conviction? Pringle had a report of the meeting up on the CEHG website before nightfall. A good report. He also has included a link to maps on The National Cancer Registry site. Paul left The Strand with me at around 12:00 and I took him to his home to collect his golf gear. Julie and Ella sitting eating at the table in the kitchen in sunny humour. I wished Julie well for her wedding on Saturday. Paul and I reached the club in plenty of time and booked in for golf. Entrance + 2’s + RiverRock = €8.50. The European soccer championship has started. Poland 1, Northern Ireland 0, today. England drew with Russia last night 1 – 1. Berger won the St. Jude Classic by 3 from Mickelson, Koepka, Stricker; with Dustin Johnston in 5th scoring the low round of the tournament, 63, on the last day including a chip-in eagle on a back 9 of 29, a record for the back 9. I watched some of it on Sky Sports 4. But there had been a delay, it was getting late, tiredness got the better of me.
Professor Dennis Pringle, Mentor; Paul Smyth, Chairperson; Archbishop Michael Desmond Hynes OMD PhD, Secretary; Dermot Mooney, Vice-Chairperson: pictured in The Strand, Omeath, Ireland on Sunday morning, 10 April 2016, after the meeting of Cooley Environmental and Health Group
Sunday 10 April 2016
Starting at around 13:00 with Paul Smyth and Brian Farrell I played 18 in windy conditions. Unfortunately I had an NR on the second hole but my card was marked with a score on every other hole. I took 49 for the back 9 including a penalty shot on 11 and a 7 on 18. I drove the ball very poorly on the last 3 tees. Brian returned 89 – 7 = 82 including an 8 on the last hole. Paul trying to play cagey golf retired in frustration and anger on 12. I drank my bottle of RiverRock in the bar and ate my chunky Kit-Kat. Watched Tottenham Hotspurs demolish Manchester United 3 – 0. United held their own well until the first goal went in mid-way through the second half. Then I took a shower in the locker room and changed my clothes. Felt fresh enough and relatively pain-free. Most of the people I spoke to were tired after their round due to the wind. I thought Brian who was lagging behind at the end was very tired. He did not come up to the bar because he had to take his woman, Elizabeth, to choir practice. The airport choir. I ate a dinner of beef stew, some cold smoked boiled bacon, an orange, a coffee; at home. Journalled. Watched Spieth collapse with a quadruple bogey on the par 3, 12th hole, in The Masters. He was twice in the water there. Danny Willet ran out the winner playing solid golf. I did not get to bed until long after 01:00. Ate 2 heels of brown pan toasted with butter and marmalade and a mug of tea for a late-late supper. In the morning I attended in The Strand a meeting of Cooley Environmental and Health Group starting with a fried breakfast including mushrooms at 10:00. Me, Dermot Mooney, Dennis Pringle, Dessie Hynes, Paul Smyth. €35 for 5 breakfasts. I gave a financial report and bared my emotions talking about people falling through the cracks in the services. The mentally ill, the homeless, the old, addicts, those convicted of crime. So that was chosen as the theme for Winter Workshop 2017. I took a group photo at the end and left Paul Smyth at home around 12:10. Text’d Glenda looking for the name of the Japanese girl in the photo with her. Later tonight I sent having received no reply a photo of Glenda solo to Pringle for the Cooley Enviromental and Health Group website although I had not Glenda’s specific approval. As I pointed out earlier my mood was a little overhung by the thoughts of golf but when I got the golf out of my system I felt more at ease with the world. Paul Smyth rang in apologetic mode later on this evening. As of 1 March, with all payments made and all receipts for the previous year in, the balance in CEHG’s account was ~ €1860. My handicap now is 14.4.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.