My uncle just sent me the following comic strip on the topic of writing: *laughs and laughs and laughs*
fresh cream: 1. moral superiority: 0
I went down to find some kind of lunch, and thought, “Hm, the raspberries are starting to go bad. I should have a bowl of Kashi Crunch with some raspberries and that’ll be morally superior and light and good for me and use up some of the raspberries before they go bad.” So I poured the cereal and fished out non-ooky raspberries and opened the fridge to get the milk… …and found the half cup of fresh cream left over from Mom and Dad’s visit, and poured the cream over…
quick post before bed
This is not all I did today, but it’s what I did for the last few hours. :) More pictures tomorrow.
What’s the difference between a fiddle and a violin?*
So the fiddler last night, Zoe Conway, was quite wonderful. She’s extremely pretty and about 23, from the looks of her. While she’s not as good as Martin Hayes, that’s sort of like saying Ghiradelli’s hot fudge sundaes aren’t as good as Hot Licks’ hot fudge sundaes (which is true, but you’re still just splitting hairs between one level of fantastic and another!). There was a fair variety of musical styles, more than I expected. Lots of traditional (or traditional style) jigs and reels and a hornpipe or two, all…
just life
Phew. I used up more energy than I had readily available today. We walked down into Cobh, and on the way went by one of the restaurants which had its lunch menu out and something on it cost €15.95. I said, “For that price you might as well go into Cork and have a burger at Brown Thomas.” Then we got to the post office (which was our goal) and the line was a mile long, and it was absolutely gorgeous out, so we said, “Huh. Want to go into…