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Exercise; Picture; Nandini; Rosemary

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.

Renew: The Last Lap

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Wednesday 20 March 2013.

Left Eamonn in to DkIT in the morning. Got to Dundalk Shopping Centre just in time to pass a motion. 10% haircut proposed on all deposits in Cyprus. Read some of No Bother. Took an early siesta after I came home from town. Picked Eamonn up from DkIT at 17.00 and returned after 19.00 to 19 Cherryvale to pick up Michael Farrelly for the last session of Renew for this Lent. Fr. Larkin, Dessie there as well. Catrióna Hughes and Catrióna Treanor ensconced in the vestibule when Michael and I entered the church. They were “teaching” a gaggle of subdued teenagers. Easter ceremonies? Paddy O’Toole turned up soon after Renew ended. To lock up and to “do a few things.” At the end of Renew I passed around cans of Coke Zero and took 3 or 4 snaps with my Canon. All participants in good mood. Everything went well. “A good team?” I remarked and Fr. Larkin commented, “ Well balanced!” He adverted to the fact that we had no women on the team. Eamonn went early to bed. I am not sure but I may have celebrated with a glass of wine. We sang, “Ceád Míle Fáilte Romhat, a Íosa,” at Renew tonight after the reflection. Micheal did the prayers, Dessie the lessons and the psalm from his missal. Fr. Larkin read the gospel and the “final thought.” I read the reflection. The gospel was the “triumphal entry into Jerusalem.” “A humble man riding a colt down the hill,” I pointed out before the hymn.

Eva Hamill’s Retirement as Sacristan

After decades of service as sacristan in St. Mary’s Church, Bellurgan and, subsequently, in Our Lady of The Wayside Church, Jenkinstown, Eva Hamill retired officially from her sacred duty on Saturday 16 February 2013.  Her retirement was marked with a presentation from Gemma McDermott, chairperson of the pastoral council, and another from Fr. Pádraig Murphy PP DD, parish priest of Lordship and Ravensdale.  The presentation followed a very moving mass including blessing and anointing with oil celebrated by Fr. Murphy starting at 11.00.  This mass was Eva’s final duty as sacristan.  It included the hymn “To Do Your Will” sung after communion at Eva’s request.

EPF eHealth Seminar; Hotel Bloom, Brussels, 23 January 2013

The European Patients’ Forum seminar was subtitled “The way towards large-scale deployment of eHealth: where do patients stand?”  The final speaker at the forum who presented on the topic “Setting up a multi-stakeholder platform on eHealth” was Elena Bonfiglioli of Microsoft.  She is pictured below with Seán Crudden, secretary, Irish Mental Patients’ Educational and Representative Organisation (IMPERO).  The final session was chaired by Nicola Bedlington, Director, EPF.

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Winter Workshop 2013

Clinic; Creative Writing; Renew

Wednesday 12 December 2012.

Up soon after 07.00. Dropped Eamonn outside the restaurant in DkIT c 08.50. Piddled in Saint Oliver’s and then got in to the clinic, my second attempt. Collette opened the locked door. A tall statuesque dark student nurse emerged from within after a while and told me that Pakie would not be in until 09.45 and apologised. So I went back to Saint Oliver Plunkett’s Hospital and gave Mary Mag a small box of Cadbury’s Roses. Less coherent than usual she was happy enough. Her bed was neat and the nurses were coming in with porridge when I left. Mickey Lane blew me when I was walking in to the Clinic. 25 mg of Risperdal Consta in the left “side.” Pakie told me the joke about the woman with a duck under her arm. “What do you think of my pig?” I told him my story of Billy Hulme and the wife. Good humour all round. Pakie had slept it! Drove home and rang Jo Malone and John Finnegan. Could not “get” Eva. Kevin McGeough bought me tea and toast in Glenda’s. We talked about singing and the usual things. His sister, Sheila, in the final stages of illness at home from hospital at her request. €1 for 3 apples. “Have you nothing smaller?” Glenda. “I am looking for change,” I said handing her a €20 note and showing her my empty purse. €10 note + 4x€2 coins + €1 coin. Used the €1 coin to park in DkIT straddling a line between 2 cars alongside a shed in the car-park beside Carroll’s building. Took a few snaps outside before and 1 of Ferdia Mac Anna after the creative writing class. Enquired at reception about the protocol for taking photos. I wrote a brief story about my handball match in 1961 with Pat Kiernan. A little precipitation. Fried cold small microwaved potatoes and a piece of Salmon Wellington on the Tefal pan in butter; reheated carrots parsnips peas by microwave in the “circus” bowl; heated the coagulated gravy in the roasting dish on a ring of the cooker; put a few slices of cold silverside on my plate; laid out the salt and tomato sauce. A tasty repast. Washed it all down with a nice glass of McGuigan red. Rosanna golfed 12 holes with Pat Cluskey. Alan Ratcliff rang on my mobile when I was sitting at the window in the meeting room of Our Lady of The Wayside Church c 19.35 when I was waiting for Renew to start at 20.00 and warming the room up. Briege who has had teeth pulled unwell due partly at least to Wafarin in her system. So no Alan and no kettle! When Dessie turned up I drove home in the rain and took the kettle out of an empty house. Rosanna gone in to DkIT to collect Eamonn? Fr. Paddy Larkin, John “Feather” Finnegan, Jo Malone; also turned up. John, Dessie and I stayed on afterwards for tea in disposable cups that I had supplied along with 0.5l of cow’s milk. Nice, I thought, with Dessie’s Ginger Nut biscuits. Feather showed an interested Fr. Larkin Michael O’Hanlon’s history of Cooley while I was boiling the kettle. But Fr. Larkin left before we drank tea. Jo had already departed. Ate some cold chicken curry at home and searched the archive on indymedia.ie and Sean’s Space on the subject of love, for my “homework.” After supper washed teeth and got to bed around 23.10. Rang Áine this morning outside the clinic. She returned my call in the evening and I waxed on about Mental Health: Peers in Progress.

Children’s Christmas Party, Greenore Golf Club

Strandfield; DkIT; 121212

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Trimmed: Snickers: Ash Bucket: Deadline

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Wednesday 28 November 2012.

Exercised, showered, trimmed my neck and upper lip. Attended Ferdia MacAnna’s class at 12.30. Not the boardroom this time. His office a long narrow rectangular room. A guy beside me wrote nothing. He was “thinking.” Seán Wiseman. I made a big impression with my description of M I O’Flynn. “I never heard anything like that before,” Ferdia remarked. But I think it was my voice rather than my writing. Bought milk and apples in Lidl. Filled my white Toyota iQ with computer, camera, scissors, ash bucket, brush, shovel, poker, tongs, towel, handwash cream, a drinking glass, James Kilbane CD. Bought briquettes and a Snickers Duo in the shop. Decided not to light the fire. Put on the central heating in the old schoolhouse, lit all the lights, hung about for nearly 2 hours listening to the CD on the computer which displayed a photo of last Advent’s Renew Group in Patsy Treanor’s. Scoffed both parts of the Snickers Duo. My stomach a little acid, the effect of eating a lot of bread today. But the Snickers cured that. Eventually Dessie rolled up around 19.40, Alan Ratcliff around 19.45 and in quick succession near the deadline of 20.00 Fr. Paddy Larkin, Breege and Patsy Treanor, Brian Glynn . John Finnegan came in a little late and I vacated my chair to let him sit down and went and got another chair for myself from the store on the way in to the kitchen. I had set out 7 chairs around the brown bull on which I cast the envelope containing the booklets and the brown case containing my glasses. Anyway I am not going to give a blow by blow account but the session went well, I thought, including an alternative gospel from Dessie which he had downloaded from the Catholic Priests’ Association site. I finished up the session singing a verse and chorus of “O, Little Town of Bethlehem,” and then “Ubi Caritas” x 2. Rosanna home from golf in tolerant mood when I reached my own fireside. The radiators made little impression on the cold. 2 of them not functioning. Posted grant application in Jenkinstown on my way in to DkIT and also the reply card to Claire’s invitation.

Apricot; Armed; Dividend; Motto

Tuesday 30 October 2012.

Up 09.00 +. 2 different kinds of brown bread + butter with marmalade and also apricot jam (the last of it) for breakfast; with a mug of tea. Brushed teeth: made bed: dressed in black “legal” slacks freshly laundered, black FootJoy socks, patent black Clarks, vest, Corrupt T-shirt, Everlast fleece. No exercise: washed but no shower. Paid 40c to park in Crowe Street. Armed soldiers guarding Ulster Bank in Clanbrassil Street. I could not get in. Bypass blocked. Drove by St. Alphonsus Road to the Retail Park. Hedge in Oaklawns did not need to be trimmed. Bought size 12 soccer boots in Elvery’s. Green with blue and red trim. ~ €13. Parked in Long Walk Shopping Centre. Walked to Ulster Bank. Placed in box a fast lodgement envelope containing 2 small Fyffes’ dividend cheques. Shopped in Lidl. Bread, milk, frikadellen, bananas, apples, tea. On my way from UB to LWSC car-park I had purchased 2 haddock fillets in Johnnie Morgan’s. 2 x 1.50 = €2.50. Chuffed. Rashers, 2 boneless pork chops, 1 ½ microwaved Roosters peeled + butter, an apple; for lunch. Brought in bin. Brought in coal. The Wolfgang Holzmair CD’s came in the post (x4). Listened to Die Schone Mullerin. Drank a mug of tea and ate a Tuscan roll in the afternoon with butter and mature white cheddar. Later fried 2 fillets of haddock and 2 longitudinally halved cold microwaved Roosters; the fish on the big pan in margarine, the potatoes in the small pan in butter. Ate all with salt and lemon juice; drank a generous glass of vin de pays, white wine, the last remnant from the bottle in the fridge. Cleaned up the kitchen and washed up. The first item I dried, the wine glass, crashed in smithereens on the flags of the kitchen floor when I was attempting to put it in the lower shelf of the press. Checked e-mail, stumbled, etc., on the Dell in the sitting room. Deposited €100 in the Cooley Environmental and Health Group account in the PO in Jenkinstown this morning on my way in to town. Conversation in the shop with John Finnegan who told me that the mega storm had already claimed 17 lives in New Jersey and thereabouts. New York affected too. 23.55. Going to eat weetabix, sliced banana, milk: wash 5 ½ remaining teeth: retire. Rosanna who lay on the couch in the White Elephant Lounge for a few hours under a blanket opposite the fire roused herself around 23.00 and went to bed. “To what extent?” was my motto this morning, “Am I going to be annoyed today?” Ironed 1 pair of fawn Robbie cotton stretch trousers, 1 blue Pierre Cardin cotton shirt with thin red stripe, 1 burgundy and navy striped 100% cotton Melka shirt; in the early evening after dark. Rosanna sewed on 2 buttons on my Robbie trousers and another on a pair of black Bruhl slacks; for me.