Sean's Space

Friday 2 May 2014

Up 06:00. Made porridge from the last remnant in the present bag of Kavanagh’s. A slightly larger helping than usual. Departed from Jenkinstown at 08:10 to leave Eamonn in to DkIT. Passed a motion in The Long Walk Shopping Centre, the first of two today. Played 6 with Alan Ratcliffe starting at 10:00. 4, 4, 4, 8, 6, 4 = 30. Alan had a NR on both 17 and 18. Tea and a Kit-Kat each in the bar and a good chat, a lot of it about Maltese, Welsh, Gaelic. I drove the ball poorly today. Rosanna gave me a half dozen fish fingers which I ate with some Sarson’s vinegar. I tried to take a siesta. John the coalman knocked me up. “Did you not know I was coming?” he pleaded. “I was down to the dust!” I explained about the full bunker. He left a bag of singles and I gave him a cheque for €46 = 2×16 + 14. Barry left 2 bags a few weeks ago, John assured me. Paul Smyth also rang when I was in bed. Bought 6(1 orange + 1 bag of King’s crisps) in McCrystal’s. Rosanna had given me a box containing a Christmas train set. Brought all in to No. 5 Saint Joseph’s Street soon after 17:00. Had filled my tank and pissed in Lusk service area where I also bought a double Snickers bar. Lisa gave me tea and pizza. Parked in Ely Place and ate one of my Snickers Duo. Waited till 19:00 for free on-street parking and left my car to go back to the pub behind me for a piss. Bought a program, €5. Sat with James Rickard and friend for a while than vacated my seat in favour of another friend of Rickard’s. Bought a bottle of orange juice, €2.70. Read my program upstairs and drank the juice. Seat at the front of the red gallery stage right. A great view of the pianist’s hands. Bravura performance from Nikoai Demidenko. Liszt’s Piano Concerto No. 1 in E flat. Encore. Then an inspired performance in “The Late Night” at 22:10 perfected in the last tiny note. Glinka Nocturne in F minor, La separation (4’): Blumenfeld Notturno-Fantasia in E major Op 20 (9’): Medtner 2 Fairy Tales, Opus 20 No. 2 & Op. 26 No.3 (5’): Kalinnikov Nocturne in F sharp minor (4’30”). My car highlighted at the top of Hume Street. Ate the second of my Snickers Duo on the way out of the city via O’Connell Street led by my sat nav. Home at 00:15. Ate Bixies, milk, sliced banana; drank coffee. Shopped in Tesco a.m. for milk, bananas, Coca-Cola, an egg sandwich. Ate the sandwich and drank the can of Coke when I came home from golf. Too intimidated by the young slim woman in McCrystal’s to ask for a print out. The price of my goods came to over €8. However she replace a big “busted” orange for me. To be honest I was myself responsible because I let the orange fall on the floor of the shop. They were big and it was difficult to hold an armful of oranges. Bananas Loose 1.215kg @ €1.25/kg 1.52: Fresh Milk 3l 2.49: Coca Cola 0.95: Egg Sandwich 2.50 = €7.46. Also in the orchestral concert Brahms Hungarian Dances and, in the second half: Kodaly Dances of Galánta (15’): Bartok The Miraculous Mandarin Suite (19’). Alan Buribayev conducted. The female flute player in the middle had remarkable stage presence and somehow dominated the orchestra? Very loud music. Text from Lisa a.m. “Ok no problem. L.” I text’d her yesterday saying I wanted to visit today.

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Friday 19 April 2013.

Exercised and showered. Journalled. Got the picture right on the Dell. A lot of Microsoft downloads. Avast gave the browser on the Dell a clean bill of health. Also the external hard drive. So the job is a good one? Also discovered that I have a live subscription to the Dell Support Centre until April 2014. Still remembering Nandini Boopathy who breathed life back into the Dell a few years ago. I had despaired about the Support Centre. Ate mostly bread today with ham and cheese. Practiced chipping, putting, the PW; in Greenore. Talked to Rosemary Hanratty. Rosanna visited Óg today.

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Monday 28 February 2011.

Scored 12 + 21 = 33 points playing with a small man from Blackrock called McQuillan (Denis I think), Michael Hilliard (a strongman with a beard), Jim Brady (78, played with left hand below right, suffering from a cold he cannot get rid of). I think my score was the best of the four. We let Francie Murphy and Eddie Loye through on the 8^th tee. Eddie went on to ace the 10^th and score, I heard from Kieran McGoey, 46 points. I struck the top of a tree playing the 9^th and my ball ricocheted into the bunker beside Francie Murphy playing the 10^th. I struck it out of the bunker into the river in front of me never to be seen again. Started the round at 12.50 under blue skies. Took off my white jacket and cap. Dressed in black slacks, black Calvin Klein jumper, navy and plum shirt, glasses. Drank coffee. €6 entry, €3 for trolley, €2 for white coffee. Sean Bennett drove into the car-park in a shiny new 2011 black Jaguar. Rosanna gave me a chicken, gravy, mash, roast vegetables dinner. Also consumed a large Moroccan orange. Chimney fire in the White Elephant Lounge. Sat up till after midnight. Postponed my journal for today until the morning. Joined the ENUSP board group on Yahoo and uploaded the photo of myself which Anne took on 19 February onto the group site. Rosanna played golf in Greenore today too but she had a poor score < 30 points. She complained of being tired. She arranged to travel up to Dublin tomorrow on The Enterprise to meet Dorie and travel on to Inverin.

Wednesday 19 January 2011.

Did not exercise this morning. Turned around on Ballymac Roundabout at 09.10 and aborted my trip to Ardee for Louth County Childcare Committee meeting. Fog. “I was glad to have an excuse not to go!” I told Kevin McGeough when I met him at 11.00 in The Terrace Bar at Ballymac, “That Frank O’Brien gets under my skin!” At first I ate with a serrated knife (I tried a spoon but the confection was hard brittle and it jumped) and fork a confection with “pouring” cream. Then Kevin bought me a cup of coffee. Much to his amusement I told him the story of Matt, Pat; and the “party line.” “Why is there no party line in this house?” I had asked Rosanna. “It’s not possible,” she replied, “Because you are a fucking nut-case!” I was feeling brittle and at risk because of lack of sleep and my composure was not what it usually is. I tried to remedy things by taking a siesta. But Jo Malone rang the doorbell just as I had changed into my pyjamas. I put on my flip-flops to answer the door. I am confident that I looked respectable in my night gear. Gave Jo a yearbook and she gave me €10. Later someone scratched at the door and put in an envelope. €10 from “Kenneth Treanor.” Pauline O’Hanlon rang on my mobile as I awoke from my siesta. She could not source a speaker for the workshop on obesity. Anyway my siesta was less than a complete success but it did some good. Somehow the money and the phone call calmed my nerves to some extent and I felt a bit happier. Whatever the reason I had found yesterday to be a bruising day. Dessie called at 18.50 and ferried me in his white Caddy van in to Ard Easmuinn to Hamill’s class. Sr. Dolores there. Ate scones and a lot of chocolate sweets. Drank tea. “Blessed are the poor, in spirit.” Hamill was very friendly and man-to-man to me treating me with more equality than he usually does and he seemed to be in good form. “It was a happy coincidence,” I remarked about our chance encounter in The Windsor. My guts talked audibly during the silent meditation. A bit of a slow procession/dance early on. I broke in to speech on a few occasions. “And gathered all above, while mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.” The camel and the eye of the needle. Lazarus and the Rich Man. Hamill did not attempt to restrain me. Alice McCann, too, broke in to a long recitation from Cardinal Newman. Dessie remarked on the way home that he too enjoyed the “class.” “It was better than usual,” he concluded. Yvonne Donnelly seemed tense and stressed. I gather she missed a flight and had to overnight in London. She was over there with her son for an audition which did not go well? The tall composed woman heard me on the radio yesterday. “I recognised the voice,” she said. Whatever happened I think I went to bed without washing my 5 ½ remaining teeth. Rosanna (17) scored 17 points over 11 holes playing with Pat Cluskey.