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The Frosts Arrive


Saturday 29 November 2008

Well I went to Dundalk twice today.  Having left Eamonn at the front of DkIT I shopped in DSC.  Bought milk, carrots, mushrooms, new season potatoes, Christmas cards in Tesco.  €12 worth of stuffed pork in McCormick’s.  Left right Barker burgundy brogue in the shoemaker’s to have the loose sole "stuck."  Chat with a woman from Blackrock at the checkout in Tesco.  Paid with my credit card there. ~ €10.  Rosanna gave me a fry of rashers and eggs and a little black pudding for brunch.  Later around 4.00 p.m. when I brought him back from Town Eamonn fried 4 sausages for me and I myself fried 4 pieces of black pudding.  I made a sandwich with 3 of the sausages and ate it "dry" i.e. without any tea.  After I had consumed all this I had a mug of coffee.  Eamonn working away here and in the College all day at his corrections.  Rosanna scored 18 points for the 11 hole competition – the last round of the winter league.  Sheila Berrills on her team scored 23 points and Siobhan O’Hagan 14.  Anyway they came in runners up in the league and Rosanna got a small T-shirt.  "I’ll change it!" she said when she came home (long after I had gone to bed), "It’s too small."  Leah rang and got me up to answer the phone around 10 p.m. a few minutes after I lay down in bed.  Eamonn in the WEL with earphones on watching a film.  Sean Og rang around 5 worried about the pipes in Greenore.  It is a cold day.  He has a cold.  "I was spluttering and coughing on Friday and could not go to the Christmas office party," he informed me.  Put on a fleece and my Le Coq Sportif jacket over it and donned my gloves to walk to mass in my new Clark shoes with my lamp.  Stripped in the church to my Calvin Klein top and my navy T-shirt.  Gave €5 "to the priest."  Fr Paddy Larkin. 

· Come, Emmanuel

· When Creation Was Begun
· Father, We Adore You
· Hail, Redeemer

There was a good attendance by the choir including the two Baldwins, Fidelis, Anna Kiely, Jim Murphy (who is seldom there).  However I had the impression I was singing on my own a lot of the time.  But I think the general effect was ok.  I told Ann Murphy that I would attend the choir practice in Lordship on Sunday 7 December 2008 at 7.00 p.m.  "There will be only one practice," Ann informed me, "It will be all hymns we know."  Eamonn took a bath.  I rang Teddy in the afternoon.

I Will Survive


Monday 22 September 2008

Attended at 6.30 p.m. a reception in The Fairways organised by the Irish Cancer Society.  Ate some salad sandwiches and some ham and cheese sandwiches < two full rounds in total.  Drank coffee.  Conversation with Tony Lennon – from Dowdallshill a fluent talker on football; Meehan’s garage; Ardee; Dundalk Technical School and the old teachers.  He remembered that I drove a white Volkswagen in those days – the early 70’s.  Tony lives nowadays in Termonfeckin and works with CityJet.  Dorothy, a stout girl, was the organizer.  Phil Hartford of the Gary Kelly centre introduced herself to the audience and Sonya Collier, clinical psychologist, St. Vincent’s Hospital, gave a long and thorough lecture on the psychological effects of a cancer diagnosis.  School girlish – a Louis girl – she is a native of Blackrock.  The talk verged on being a little too long and Sonya, though a good enough speaker, was a little verbose.  A stout cancer patient spoke at the end.  From London she said she appeared to herself to be a third person where cancer was concerned except when it came to the surgery.  I also spoke relating my experience of hearing the Cox girl sing "I Will Survive" at the wedding in Newbridge on Friday.  "I don’t want to say anything inappropriate," I cajoled, but repeated in conclusion the statement, "The person is more important than the treatment."  I was referring to mental illness as well as to cancer.  I was inordinately pleased with myself and I hope I did not come across as smug.  Although I spoke quietly through a wireless microphone I used a selection of clever rhetorical devices and I noticed that Sonya listened very intently.  A good listener – or was she only throwing shapes?  I think she is sincere.  Rosanna left Eamonn in to DkIT in the morning and played 18 holes with Seamus McBrearty and Vincent Tuite.  She scored 31 points and roundly defeated them both.  I think I took a siesta in the afternoon.  Passed at St. Nicholas’ Church the funeral of Ann Clarke (Alan Ratcliffe’s niece) as I returned from Long Walk Shopping Centre where I left the "wedding" film with Louisa in Fuji 1 hour.  "She was 58," Alan told me tomorrow.  She died of cancer.  Eamonn and I stayed up to watch Questions & Answers.  Everything being overshadowed by the slump in world stock markets and uncertainty about the future viability of major banks in Ireland and all round the globe.  Eamonn returned from DkIT on the 6.00 p.m. bus.  The single ticket cost ~ €3, he told me when I asked him.