At some point I had looked up what kind of butterfly this is, but I’ve long since forgotten. These flowers, though, attract them, and there’s a whole garden area on the Blarney Castle grounds where they cultivate the flowers to draw the insects. It was wonderful fun in there with my friend Susannah, creeping after butterflies and inhaling the scent of the blooms.
I was downtown this afternoon waiting for the bus, and I saw one of the women who works at the cafe I usually get a hot chocolate ate. She said to me, “You were at the Bon Jovi concert! I saw you on the big screens and I thought, OMG, it’s Mint Hot Chocolate!” *laughs and laughs* Mom and I went to Ikea before that and spent about 300 hours there in 90 minutes. I got a lot of things I needed for the new house, though now they all…
The Blarney Castle grounds go on forever, and here and there you find unexpected bits of the past cropping up. This is one of them, a secluded, lovely cabin down by a stream and near to the lily pad lake. I could live there, given half a chance.
We have done so much work. And there is so very, very much more to do. However, at this stage, we’ve both collapsed into the couch and there’s not much chance we’re getting up again until bedtime (except actually we need to go make up the bed so that at bedtime we can just drop into it). This morning a nice man came and put a new carpet down in Young Indiana’s room. That took him about 35 minutes. Not very long after, two more nice men came and put…
Okay, so for a very long time, YEAR OF MIRACLES, which is the collected stories of the Old Races that I wrote a couple-three-four years ago now, has been sort of malingering because I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. My publisher didn’t want it, and for various reasons other people don’t either. Now, here’s what happened: when I did the ORRSP, I told those patrons who supported both it and the YoM crowdfund that if and when a publisher picked up the book for publication, I would…