Okay. I’ve found a place to let. It’s in Athy, County Kildare, and that’s pronounced “Athigh”, not “Athee”, despite how Americans read it. Athy’s about 45 miles southwest of Dublin, is about 55 minutes on the train, is large enough to have community theatre of its own, and has a swimming pool across the street from where we’ll be living. The train station is also across the street. The town’s at the convergence of the Wiver Wiffey and the Grand Canal, and is quite pretty. I don’t have pictures yet,…
poor Ted!
Poor Ted! I just got this email from him: So at 6:30 or so this morning the cell phone rings. This is very disturbing as nothing around here is open and well someone calling that early from anywhere else hopefully knows better. Anyway I leap out of bed to frantically search for the cell phone, blind and confused, of course it is in the pocket of my jacket which muffles it just enough that my sleep fogged brain can not locate it until it after it takes a message. Now…
take two
…and while I was writing, Deirdre dropped her boys off on the doorstep (literally) and went tearing off for the yoga class she was late to. Seirid did not want me to hold him (he eventually warmed up and got very flirty that evening), and Breic was very good about me working until the last few minutes, when he thought I should be paying attention to him. Apparently I made up for it that evening, though, ’cause he sat on my lap for about an hour and helped me look…
whew. :)
I’m going to need a Breic icon, I can tell. :) And very probably a Seirid icon, too. And a BOTH of them icon, and…ok, I’ll stop getting carried away. :) This morning I harched off to the cafe, and it was closed! So I harched back home and on the way a lady asked me if she was on the right road to the Guinness factory, and I told her she was but I didn’t know if it was the main entrance, as I’d just moved here from Alaska.…
Aunt Catie was vewy waughing!
I didn’t get a lick of writing done yesterday. Today’s been better, and I hope I’ll write more later, but right now I’m home from the coffee shop and it’s time to update. There was babysitting yesterday, which brought some hysterical highlights into our day. :) At one point, Breic heard, or thought he heard, an airplane, and came running over to tell me “It was an airpwane!” I said, “What’s an airplane?” and he said, “It’s a thing that flies through the sky and wooks wike an airpwane!” I…