Suburbian Summer

A picture perfect azure sky with not a cloud to be seen heralded the first truly summer’s day of the year.  The temperature already was climbing into the 20’s and it was still early in the morning.

A small blue tit  is busily  having an early morning dip in the yellow bucket oblivious to the neighbour’s cat who is greedily eyeing it.  But, with a shake of his feathers the blue tit departs before the cat can even think of pouncing.  Disgusted the cat creeps back underneath the shade of the of the overhanging roof to await the next bird who would dare enter the garden.

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Neighbouring children are out playing, released at last from the confines of their houses.   Their imaginations running riot and soon they have found treasure or scored a goal in the world cup they are playing in.  Some have turned into princesses while others have moved Lego into the outdoors and continued to build what they have seen in their imagination.

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Another neighbour is working hard preparing garden plots for the new arrivals which he has ordered and are due to be delivered.  These plots will turn into a veritable dinning table of vegetables.  Peas climbing up bamboo poles, marrows grown for autumn harvest, carrots tenderly looked after to give that sweet taste and smell to summer dinners.  The soft fruit bushes have been protected from the winter frosts and are starting to bloom, with the promise of jam in the offing.

There is the sound of music.  It is not a radio.  The music is not familiar.  A beautiful bass voice begins to sing.  Yet again the language is unfamiliar.  The chords initially sound Image result for free images of music notesdiscordant but as the music continues, it gradually weaves itself into the life of garden suburbia.  Does this music come from central Europe?  Perhaps the Baltic?  Then again it could be eastern mediterranean.  It doesn’t really matter, it is part of this summers day.

Sitting beneath a large heavy linen parasol, hands  holding one of a number of daily cups of tea the sounds cast a soothing spell.  The stresses ease as the familiar and not so familiar sounds drift on the air. Yes, a summer’s day in suburbia can be just perfect.

 

 

Forward Planning

 

Do you have that friend or acquaintance who just oozes confidence.  Nothing fazes her (of course it could be him but for convenience I am going to stick with her).  She has a presence.  She is able to articulate herself and nothing seems to throw her off her stride.

I know someone who just epitomizes the word confidence and I met her for coffee recently.  After catching up on what had been happening in our own lives and our families lives we turned our attention to our working life.

She told me that my recent post “A Change of Title”, which discussed the feeling of being invisible, really resonated with her.  Since she has become a retiree she has totally lost her way.  She had started to withdraw from social activities as it was less stressful.

I realised, that yes, I hadn’t seen her as much in the last year to eighteen months but had never realised that this was due to a lack of confidence.  I was flabbergasted.  Here was a woman who a few years ago would have chaired meetings, talked in front of a hundred delegates and never once believed she couldn’t achieve things.

Since becoming a retiree she had begun to realise that without her job she felt useless and that gradually her confidence had been eroded.  She had no sense of identity.  She had gradually withdrawn from social events.  She had become an avid reader and was a weekly visitor of her local library.

It is so easy to lose one’s identity whether it is on retiring, becoming a mother or father, loosing a job, or a myriad of other reasons.  The effect is still the same.  One’s self-confidence begins to disappear.

As our conversation developed we each admitted to being very apprehensive about forthcoming events which each of us had to attend.  Suddenly I had a buddy who wanted to help me and at the same time I wanted to ease the social evening for her.

Angela never moves without her tablet so, as I had to attend a large meeting she checked Luas time-table to see how long it would take me.  Then Angela suggested googling the hotel where the event was being held.  A large percentage of hotels now have virtual tours so one can get an idea of the various function rooms.  Now that is a tip I will keep in mind for future reference.  We also discussed where I would sit.  An aisle seat would suit as I was giving myself permission to leave at any time while at the same time I wouldn’t be disturbing anyone.

Next we looked at Anne’s social night, where she would know the hosts but no one else. Again we checked out the venue then we looked at conversation topics which Anne could read up on in advance.  Then we looked at outfits.  By the time we had finished, both of us while not being excited about the forth coming events, found we were no longer totally apprehensive about them.

Definitely, a little bit of forward planning was going to make  the experience far less daunting and it is something I would totally recommend to anyone who is apprehensive about a forth coming event. It will ease the situation and more importantly ease the stress levels.

Misinterpretation of Words

Did you know that saying or having thoughts about being invisible to others is seen as a sign of depression?

I was not aware of this until recently, when it was pointed out to me. The person I was in conversation with asked me bluntly if I was feeling suicidal or depressed? I was taken aback but the person continued, that it was a sign of being depressed.

Yet again I was glad that I had not called my blog “Dear Invisible”. It has doubly reinforced for me, that just because I may have been overlooked or spoken down to, it is not the same as being invisible.

It has also shown me that expressions may be misinterpreted and that words even spoken as a throw away comment, can be very misleading.

Words can have so many meanings. It is important for each of us to realise that how we use words is our responsibility and once uttered cannot be retracted.

Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out. Auliq Ice.

A Change of Title

For a long time, I had felt invisible but in the last few years it had become even more noticeable how I had become invisible to others.

A few years ago, I read an article about Sinead Keane, a marathon runner, who happens to have impaired vision.  In 2015 the organisers of the Women’s Mini Marathon, which is held annually in Dublin, would not let her running guide take part as he was male.  She challenged that decision and won.  A sentence in the interview with her kept reverberating in my head It’s about making invisible visible

This led me to remembering three Dunne’s stores workers who went on strike  in 1984 in Dublin after  refusing to handle south African produce due to Apartheid. When I spoke to them at the time, they talked about supporting  women in South Africa who were invisible.

While researching further into the whole idea on invisibility I came across many organisations who work for those who are invisible in our societies.  From those who are homeless, to those who use the law to secure equality and justice for people with mental disabilities worldwide.

Initially I was going to call this blog Dear Invisible but after my research I found I couldn’t.  There are many who are truly invisible.

However, that doesn’t take away the fact that many a person feels invisible. I initially believed that it was only as one got older that one felt invisible.  With the onset of wrinkles, grey hair, sagging chins, and other parts of the body, that then the sense of being invisible really manifests itself.

However, is this really so?  Or is it perhaps that one learns to feel invisible?  Perhaps we allow ourselves and give ourselves permission to be invisible? I don’t believe this.  I think the feeling of being invisible is linked to confidence or the lack of it.

It is amazing how over a number of years on one can loose self confidence or the feeling of self worth for whatever reason.  Regaining self-confidence is difficult and requires courage.  It is an ongoing process but once one starts it is an intoxicating feeling.

Taking on board Sinead Keane’s quote “it’s about making invisible visible” moving from a lack of self confidence to gaining in confidence enables the feeling of being invisible gradually disappear.  Like anything which is important it requires work and it needs constant help but it is so worth it.

It takes courage to stop feeling invisible.  In order to regain self-confidence, one has to move outside one’s comfort zone.  Even if it only baby steps one takes it taking that first step is that is important.

Feel empowered.  If you start to feel it, then your voice will be heard and you will never go back Mary Robinson.  This quote is so true and so inspiring.  Finding and feeling good about oneself is a very powerful feeling. i keep this quote with me where ever I go. I put it on the first page of each journal.

Taking those first steps and rewarding oneself is essential.  Recently I attended a course knowing absolutely no one.  A year ago, I would not have even contemplated attending.  But by preparing in advance I did attend.  What gave me the confidence was that I went to the venue in advance and knew exactly where I was going.  I googled the key note speaker.  I emailed the organiser with questions I had.  On the morning of the course I was able to walk in with confidence and attend.  It was still difficult especially when it came to coffee breaks but I made myself talk with two other attendees.

By putting into place things which helped me to feel confiden, allowed me to attend the conference and enabled me to speak.  I was visible and although at times the feeling of being invisible started to creap in. However,  I stopped the feeling from developing.  It was exhausting day but so worth it.

I found a saying recently I am currently under construction and that is me at the moment.

 

I will try this book genre just one more time.

 

I love to read. I enjoy finding a new book on perhaps a subject I haven’t really looked at before and being drawn in.

There are books however that over the years I have detested.  Yes a strong word but aptly describing my feeling towards fairy tales.  Yes, fairy tales.  I can remember fairy tales being read to me, later reading them for myself and always being frightened by either the tales themselves or the illustrations.

Thinking back to those tales still sends a shiver down my spine.  I can remember receiving a book one Christmas entitled “The Stolen Child and Other Stories” by Sinéad Bean DeValera.  Although these were Irish based I was still scared.

Recently, I was given a bag of children’s books some first published in the 1970’s.  In among them  was a book ” Great Fairy Tales of Ireland” compiled by Mary McGarry.  After numerous pots of tea I finally finished the book but I never relaxed into the book.

I think I can safely say that I will not be reading any more fairy tales however, I would recommend any of the books by Sinéad Bean DeValera if you can find them.  Also “The Lucky Bag” a book of Irish children’s stories by various authors.

Another series of children’s books, set in County Wicklow and written by Cormac Mac Raois are “The Battle of Giltspur, Dance of the Midnight Fire, and Lightening over Giltspur”.  These are adventure books with gripping tales centred around three children Niamh and Daire Durkan and their cousin Rónán.  They are books which can be enjoyed by a reader of any age, yes even a sixty year old!

For those who are nature lovers then the trilogy “Run with the Wind“, “Run to Earth” and “Run Swift Run Free” by Tom McCaughren are beautifully crafted books with descriptive passages which immediately evoke images of the Irish countryside.

I am halfway through this wonderful bag of books and thanks to Marie, Sinéad and Trina I have many more hours of enjoyment ahead of me.

 

Scone with a Twist

 

I love scones. I love light fluffy scones.

Those big heavy scones do nothing for me.  In fact if they are too big I find I am just put off.

I decided to try something new and work on a dairy free scone.  I substitutd almond milk for my normal dairy milk and used a sunflower oil based spread.  Here are the results

 

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I am afraid there was very little rise and the texture was rather dense.  So Wicklow ICA ladies, you have nothing to fear from me when it comes to the scone baking competition.

 

 

 

 

These scones turned out more like biscuits and perhaps with the inclusion of grated citrus rind they make a good biscuit.  So a happy accident as I now have a new recipe for biscuits.

Library and Craftsmanship

As you know by now paper is important to me together with pens.  Places where the two come together hold a fascination for me.  So it is one of the reasons I love libraries.

Do you ever find that each library has its own unique atmosphere.  Okay I know if I was working in them day after day I suppose I wouldn’t be wafting on about atmosphere.  But from a purely visitor’s view so far each library I have visited is unique.

I had a return visit to one this week.  Can you imagine a library set in a house on seventy eight acres of land surrounded by  farm, sunken gardens, a lake, and a veiw stretching out to the mountains and still in a city?

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Farmleigh House, Dublin is the guest house for visiting dignatries and gusets of the Irish Nation.  It is an Edwardian Period house originally purchased by Edward Cecil Guiness of the famous Guiness dynasty on his marriage to his cousin Adelaide Guinness in 1873.  The Iriah Government purchased it in 1999.  It has since been restored and refurbished by the Office of Public Works.  The craftsmanship in the restoration has been so high.

There are many wonderful rooms to view on the tour of the house.  However it was the library which stole my heart away.  The Benjamin Iveagh Library, to give it it’s official title, is stunning.

It is a wooden pannelled room  filled with books some with exquisite binding.  It has a hidden stairs to access the upper library shelves.  And no the public cannot access the books.  Although normaly my hands are itching to pick up a book this was a time when I just gazed in raputure at the workmanship of those bindings.

In this rrom you can see the work of suthors dating back to 1280.  The work of amazing binders each binding adding to the work of the author.  Then the work of the carpenters to allow for the storage of these valuable and read works.

This room like so many other libraries ackowledges the work of so many. Yet another library very much worth a visit.

Generations

I was sent a short video to mark International  Women’s Day and it showed three young women who basically blamed all their ills on the previous generation. It was brilliantly put together and very funny.

However it set me thinking. Was this the way, that women who gave up paid employment in order to look after their family full-time were in fact being judged?

Since becoming one of those women back in the 1990’s, I found that society but to a greater extent working women saw me as something to be derided, belittled or totally ignored. I was told that “I was a pariah on society, taking without giving” .

I have been privileged to have met so many women mainly in the 50 plus age limit who are strong women. These women cared for elderly relatives, reared children, were and some still are active in their churches, started voluntary bodies which have since been taken over by state bodies, supported schools and worked unpaid for all their adult lives.

They have enabled others to have choices and they are still supporting their families with many of them taking on the childminding roles for the next generation. Some are finding  a new source of education through the next generation.

I was talking with a seventy year old lady recently. Dympna was inspired by a young twenty year old woman who communicated, read, interacted all through her mobile phone. Dympna now uses her mobile for everything from emails, to bill paying to basic phone calls. In turn she is now teaching it.

I am firmly of the opinion that there is so much to learn from every generation. No one generation is better than another but just think what can be done when the minds of different generations come together with respect.

 

 

 

 

Saint Patrick’s Day

Tomorrow March 17th is Saint Patrick’s Day.  It is a national holiday here in Ireland.

Each town and city will hold a parade show casing community organisations.  Children involved with every pastime imaginable will march behind every type of band or music group.

Communities within the towns will parade celebrating the diversity and the commonality of the area.

It is amazing that Saint Patrick’ Day will be celebrated in so many parts of the world, with parades and even buildings going “green”.

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For some the day will start with a religious ceremony.  Saint Patrick is actually only one of the three patron saints of Ireland.  The others  being St Brigid and Saint Columcille.

 

The day itself has become known as Paddy’s Day however, it is a huge mistake to call it Patty’s Day.

No matter where you are can I wish you a very happy

                                     Saint Patrick’s Day. 

 

 

 

Fountain Pen + Notebook =

Have you ever realised that having a pen and paper can be very rewarding?

It is amazing what is to be seen or heard and having that pen just enables me to remember those moments.   I have always thought of writing as being very solitary but I have learnt otherwise.

I was sitting recently in a restaurant waiting for my order to be served, took out a lovely small brown leather-bound notebook.  A great present from my son, as it holds my new fountain pen snugly in the spine and they both fit into my pocket.  Christl thanks for the fountain pen which goes everywhere with me.

My coffee arrived in a large bulbous mug.   The mug was so apt for a coffee.   It invited me just to wrap my hands around it and to savour that little moment.   And yes, the coffee lived up to expectations.

I drew my notebook to me and started to write just snippets, random thoughts.   I was soon lost to my writing and the thoughts which had been buzzing around my head.   I like to use word pictures as a quick way to get my ideas down before I totally forget.   Forgetting ideas seems to be happening more and more.

The coffee shop had got busier while I had been occupied and soon I was joined by two young ladies who turned out to be from Michigan in the USA.   After a brief conversation I returned to my scribblings but felt I was being watched.   It’s a feeling I don’t like so I quickly looked up to find one of these ladies staring intently at my fountain pen.  IMAG0940[1]

It turned out this young lady, had never seen a fountain pen.  She had heard about them but had never actually seen one.   Talk about being amazed.   I mean I know I was born in the last century but not to have seen a fountain pen!  Soon there was an engaging conversation on ordinary useful objects which had become obsolete or if not obsolete very seldom used.

To see their faces when they googled fax machines, 1970 computers, early mobile phones, telex,  their faces were a picture of total astonishment.   As for the Teas Maid the shrieks of laughter drew glances from a few other customers.

One never knows just where a pen, paper and a mug can lead one and what stories emerge never mind the memories which can be created or rekindled.  A simple fountain pen brought different generations together for a short while amidst much lughter.

Excitement Gathers

Good Morning on a bright sunny cold and frosty morning in Ireland.

Today is the second part of a time when I take over the TV controls. This happens every two and four years. Yes The Olympics and Paralympics Games.

The closing ceremony of the Winter Olympics in South Korea was the 25th February and now it is only hours away to the opening ceremony of the Winter Paralympics 2018 in Pyeongchang , South Korea. I am so excited.

Let me introduce you to Bandabi. He is the Mascot of the 2018 Winter Paralympic Games.  He is part of Korean culture and folklore.

 

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Ireland has never competed in the Winter Paralympic Games and it will be sad not to have any Irish athlete taking part.  It is different watching without an Irish interest but it also means that I can enjoy the games in a different way.

I have always been amazed how sportspeople strive and push themselves to do better, to keep trying to achieve the next standard irrespective of sport.

However, I just love to watch winter sports.  Biathlon would be my favourite sport to watch, followed by cross-country skiing.  And before anyone asks..No I cannot ski.  I have tried it, but having no balance it was a total disaster.  I suppose knowing how difficult it is just leaves me in awe of all these winter athletes.

And so for a little bit of history.

In 1944 a spinal injuries centre was opened in Stoke Mandeville hospital in Great Britain for service men and women injured in World War Two.  Sport was used in rehabilitation there. In 1948 on the same day as the opening of the London Olympics Dr. Guttmann organised the first Stoke Mandeville Games for wheelchair athletes.

Four years later ex -service men and women from The Netherland took part.  These games later became the Paralympic games.

The first Paralympic Games took place in Italy in 1960 with 400 athletes taking part.  1976 saw the first Winter Paralympics taking place in Sweden and 198 athletes took part.  Since the Summer Olympics of Seoul in 1988 and the Winter Olympics of Albertville in 1992, The Paralympic Games have been hosted in the same cities and venues.

The International Paralympic Committee was founded in September 1989  to act as the global governing body of the paralympic movement.

The name Paralympics comes from the Greek prepositionPara” meaning alongside and “lympics” referring to the Olympic movement.  It means the Paralympics are the parallel games to the Olympics.

So If I don’t answer those emails quickly enough,  those texts replies are delayed or whatsapp isn’t answered you now know why. Apologies now.

Roll on the Games and good luck to all competing.

 

 

 

 

International Women’s Day

Thursday March 8th is International Women’s Day

So much will be written, talked about shared on this day and in the days leading up to it.

I would ask that this year women would respect each other.

To respect the differences as well as the similarities.

It is these differnces which make us unique.

It is the differences in thinking which lead to new ideas.

However without respect for each other the work and role of women is demeaned.

Education Ongoing

 

My knowledge of animals could be written on the back of a postage stamp.  I am not an animal person, never was and I don’t think I ever will be.  (Never say never though.)

I know cats are curious creatures by nature but I was always under the impression that cats hated water in all its forms.  Today I have been educated.

May I introduce to you Maggie, Ezra, Buttons and Bambi.  As you can see from these images these cats have proven me wrong. I was totally amazed while laughing at their antics.

 

My imagination went into overdrive………

 

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“What is this white mass?” thought Maggie as she disdainfully surveyed her domain.  “She was the white goddess. Who had allowed her domain to be covered by this magical, white, soft slightly damp covering?  Where had it come from? Who dared to change her world?”, she fumed.  “Those humans were interfering again but, perhaps for once they have actually got it right.  But I will not let them know that,” as she smiled to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Ezra.  “That stupid tabby” Maggie thought as she watched him trying to catch the snowflakes.  She wanted to try and catch snowflakes herself but there was no way she would allow anyone see her trying.  “A lady must have her standards” she mused.

Ezra meanwhile was having the time of his life.  He would get in some practise then invite the lads over for a game of Snowflake.  Some more time here on the steps then he would show them all tonight.  Ryecroft Rovers would trounce Hollybrook United and not before time.  Must round up the lads but first sustenance then a snooze.

Buttons stirred, whiskers twitched, something was just not right.  “Wake up Bambi something is definitely not right around here” as he prodded his sister.  Instantly alert Bambi looked around.  An eerie light was coming into the hallway.  “He’s right” she thought.  “It’s still night time” as she noticed the snores were still coming from the humans.  Stealthily the pair made their way down the stairs, through the kitchen and out into……

“What is this stuff” mewed Buttons while taking a sample.  “Not bad as he sampled a snowflake.  With just a look passing between the two cats they decided to make their way across the garden and up onto the food table where they would be able to survey their world. 

They took a step and suddenly the ground gave way. The two cats were covered by a cold wet soft ticklish something.  Bambi started to sneeze while Buttons butted at it, but to no avail.  They caught each other’s eye and started to laugh.  Trying to hit this white stuff was fun and rolling in it was making their coats turn white.  A fresh flurry of snow tired these two out. So, they crept back to the kitchen step shook their coats clear and silently made their way back into the warmth of the house: unaware that a little boy had been laughing at their antics and hoping that he could play with them tomorrow.

 

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Warmth, Vanity or Just

“Baby it’s cold outside” as the song goes and today it is bitter.  We have had an unusally cold winter here in Ireland.  Perhaps in comparison to other countries it is not bad but for us it has been cold.

At the moment there is a severe orange warning for the country with below zero temperatures and snow forecast.  I am sure two of my friends one in Greenland and one in Germany are finding this very funny.  Especially when I think of the temperatures they both endure and the volume of snow that recently enveloped Greenland.

There is however a plus side to this weather.  Clothes shopping I see as a necessary chore.  In fact give me house work any day.  Now there are exceptions to any rule and for me hats, bags and occasionally shoes break that shopping chore.

While in Boston many years ago I splurged on a “Dr. Zhivago” type hat.  Then a few years ago I had hat made for me by Sarah McGahan, milliner,  in sheepskin.  Prior to this winter these hats were just too warm but now I have a choice of what hat to wear.

It is amazing how a hat can make one feel.  It is similar to that feeling one has while wearing those special shoes.  Suddenly I walk with a straight back, feel as if I can conquer the world and generally feel good.

 

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With my Dr. Zhivago on  I am on top of the world.  My red Finish hat and I want to laugh and smile.  My Sarah Mc Gahan hat and I am an explorer heading out looking for adventure.  My blue closh hat and thanks to Úna I feel like a lady from the Art Nouveau period.

Being 60 has empowered me to wear the hats I love, even though to many hats are a thing of the past.  Together with the change in climate my love of hats can develop even further.

 

 

 

 

 

Mother’s Day

Today I really noticed that Mother’s Day cards were abounding.  Ads for what to get “your Mother” are everywhere to be seen.

Mother’s Day is such a complex day.  Ok, on the surface it celebrates the roles of mothers with cards perhaps lovingly made in schools and a handmade present.  Perhaps the Dad or another relative has reminded the teenage child that a card is essential.  Perhaps they all cook a meal and celebrate the day together.

Perhaps for some women who have never experienced the privilege of motherhood, Mother’s Day is a day for curling up underneath the duvet and indulging in chocolates while allowing the tears to flow freely for those hopes and dreams which were never to be.

Perhaps Mother’s Day is another reminder of the child who is missing.  The hopes for the future again unanswered.  Perhaps a child has distanced himself, mentally/ physically or both.

Perhaps for the mother whose child has died, Mother’s Day is a public reminder of  the void that can never be filled in her heart.

Perhaps Mother’s day  is a reminder to a mother, that because of illness she is no longer able to be a mother and sometimes her child has to be her carer.

Perhaps the mother doesn’t recognise their child as a result of illness.  The laughs which would have been shared can never be shared as the mother retreats from the world.

Perhaps Mother’s Day is a reminder to a child, even an adult child, that the mother who should have nurtured, cared for and protected never existed  for that child.

On the morning of Mother’s Day, I always raise a cup to those mothers who are suffering that little bit more because of the day that is in it.

Perhaps we as women could go a little farther this year? Perhaps we could send a card, ring or call to a mother who is hurting on this year’s Mother’s Day.

Is It Bread Or Is It Cake?

4.15 a.m.  still wide awake and this tossing and turning is really not exercise.  So off to my writing space and firstly those lists.  I like lists.  I especially like lists when I am crossing off what I have accomplished.  Is it vain to want to pat myself on my back and say well done another job accomplished? Vain? No, definitely not.  It is just a good feeling.

So, the “to do list” for today which is very, very, very long as I was away for a few days was completed.  The next thing was a cuppa.  Kettle boiled, mug warmed, coffee jug ready and NO BREAD.  Yikes not good.  There are some mornings when only a slice of soda bread and jam will do.  This was one of those mornings.

Soda bread and scones would take me no time at all to make. I don’t need a recipe for either.  Changing my normal routine, I decided on scones first then the soda bread as it takes longer to bake.

Measured out the ingredients for scones and decided to measure out the flour for the soda bread while I was at it.  Butter milk out for the bread and while I was taking out the flour I came across the last spoonful of Christmas Mincemeat.  Yes, that would go lovely with the scones.

Baking in the oven, washing up completed, counters cleaned down, a quick scan of the local free newspaper which turned into a toal read of the said newspaper. Yes you’ve guess it I totally forgot about the scones.

I took the baking out of the oven and this is what I had……Scone and Soda Bread all in one!!!!!  Don’t ask.  I had managed to put all the ingredients together.

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It actually tastes grand even though it doesn’t look great. In fact I think that’s an understatement. It looks pretty miserable.

Perhaps I have come up with a new recipe? Perhaps it will take off and I will become know as the woman with the daft bread. Anyone who would like the recipe just give me a short while to try and remember what I actually used.

Perhaps I should have had that coffee or even gone back to bed before I started baking.

Then again perhaps I have given someone a laugh. I hope so.

Have a good day.

Found

My post yesterday entitled “Smile” featured an image of a sketch depicting a girl with an umbrella.  It was a very happy uplifting image but I hadn’t been able to find the artist’s name

Thanks to a friend of mine Kay I have now found out that the artist is Molly Hahn.

Molly Hahn is a catoonist based in California and she is known for her daily comic “Buddha Doodles”

She began these sketch doodles as a daily daily meditative practice and gradually found that people wanted to see more of them.  So she started posting “Buddha Doodles”on line at http://www.buddhadoodles.com

Molly Hahn has published a number of books including Buddha Doodles Gratitude Journal : Cultivate Love and Buddha Doodles Gratitude Journal: Shinning Your Light.

Even though it seems I am very late in getting to know Molly Hahn’s work , I am thankful to have found another inspirational artist. Where would we be without them?

 

 

 

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I came across this beautiful picture but unfortunately could find no refernce to the artist. So if anyone can direct me it would be great.

 

I also came across a quote ” when others rain upon your parade open an umbrella and carry on”..unknown

What a powerful uplifting message.

Have a good day and follow your dreams.

 

Umbrella

 

Today is National Umbrella Day.

When I read this I was delighted.  I really enjoy using an umbrella.  I own a number of them.  Why I hear you ask?  Surely I only need one?

Rain Umbrellas

No not really.  I have a silver one which I purchased in Oxford while on holiday and the inside depicts the constellations of the northern night skies. I would never have chosen it myself but my husband found it and re introduced me to the night sky.

I have a red polka dot umbrella given to me as a birthday present and whenever I use it, which is often if you are living in Ireland, I always find myself twirling the umbrella and singing to myself.  On any grey wet windy day beside the sea it is a splash of colour.  The only draw back to this umbrella is that it doesn’t fold up.

So that meant that I had to keep an eye out for a fold up umbrella for my bag.  There are the basic ones which will do the job but…..A few years ago while on a visit to the National Art Gallery in Dublin, I came out to a down power.  The Gallery shop had umbrellas, books, more books so many items that by the time I had chosen and purchased the umbrella the sun was shinning when I came out.

The umbrella is based on a Monet design and I have to tell you that nine times out of ten when I have that umbrella in my bag it does not rain, but then again there is that one time when it is invaluable.

It was the Chinese who developed the waxed leather umbrella for use by the nobility to protect from the rain in the 11th century B.C.   While parasols were used in Egyptian and Roman empires the custom fell into disuse after the fall of the Roman Empire.  I was amazed to find out that the umbrella dated so far back.

 

25 de octubre de 2014

 

This painting by Des Brophy is one of my favourite paintings.

 

History Through Taste

I have been reading recently about food fusion and hearing about it on food programmes.  Surely this concept has been around since Adam was a boy.

Perhaps we use the style of cooking which we are used to, then move to a new location where ingredients are different but we use the cooking techniques we know, to cook with the new ingredients.  Surely people have been doing this for hundreds of years.

There are cook books abounding with the fusion concept.  The concept is not new but if it draws people into cooking for themselves I for one am all for it.

I really enjoy reading cook books especially second-hand ones.  I like to imagine those other food lovers who have read and used the recipes within.  However, it is the books which have been both loved and used which I cherish the most.

Some of my reading memories are to do with cook books and tonight not being able to sleep I started to read a cook book which had belonged to my mother-in-law Sheila and which was recently given to me.

The book is only 9 inches long by 5 inches wide with less than a hundred pages.    The cover is intact but the spine will need repairing and it is obvious that this book was used over and over again.    It is called “the Tricity cookery book”.    It is a very straight forward cook book with only 4 colour plates.    There are a few sketches but this book is all about the recipes.   Some pages were used more often than others and I love the fact that it isn’t in pristine condition.   It was a book which was used.

Right beside it on my cookery shelf, I found “A taste of Ireland in food and pictures” by Theodora Fitzgibbon.  A friend of mine Rhona, who knows how much I love cookery books, gave it to me prior to moving to Charlton near Banbury in the United Kingdom to run The Rose and Crown.  If you get a chance to visit just try the superb food there.

Again, this is a small cookery book but it has a wealth of history together with the recipes.  The edition I have ,was published by Pan in 1971.   One odd thing about the recipes is that the quantities are not only given in imperial measurement as was used in Ireland at the time but also in U.S.  cup measurements.   However, on the back of the book there is an endorsement by the Irish Tourist Board. Perhaps this book was intended for the tourist industry mainly and that would explain the use of U.S. measurements.

The black and white photographs which accompany each recipe give more information on the times and evoke a sense of times past. The recipes cover everything from toffee to cruibíns. If you ever come across this book it is well worth a read especially if you are interested in social history or cookery.

Resonating Image

 

 

Have you ever come across a saying or a quote which exactly sums up numerous thoughts which you have? Not only does it verbally say exactly what you want said but it immediately conjures up an image.

 

A few days ago, I “visited” Appletree Crafts via Facebook.  Appletree Crafts is a one stop shop for everything quilting.  A question was posed “What is the favourite part of your sewing routine?” among the many replies one just stood out for me………

” Learning new techniques feels like adding to my utility belt of skills.”

 

Wow what a brilliant image.  It really resonated with me.  I could so visualise the concept.  Learning a new skill is so exciting and mastering it is when I dance around the craft table.  What about dancing around with a utility belt…….

 

This sums up for me what crafting is all about.  Gathering new skills, learning new skills, enhancing established skills and adding them to this belt with pockets where one can dip into as the need arises

 

I have been playing around with the idea.  When it comes to fruition I will share but until then I hope this will suffice.

 

Abby, I hope you approve.

In Anticipation of Spring

For those looking forward to the days lengthening and the coming of spring. This poem was written by Paula Meehan.

SEED

The first warm day of spring
and I step out into the garden from the gloom
of a house where hope had died
to tally the storm damage, to seek what may
have survived. And finding some forgotten
lupins I’d sown from seed last autumn
holding in their fingers a raindrop each
like a peace offering, or a promise,
I am suddenly grateful and would
offer a prayer if I believed in God.
But not believing, I bless the power of seed,
its casual, useful persistence,
and bless the power of sun,
its conspiracy with the underground,
and thank my stars the winter’s ended.

 

Gladden the Heart

 

I remember when I was quite young I heard the expression “to gladden the heart”.  It was years before I actually understood what it meant.  The first time I read this poem I was reminded of that expression.  When I came across the poem again this morng  it lightened my spirit once more.

 

 

Smiling is infectious

You catch it like the flu

When someone smiled at me today

I started smiling too

 

I walked around a corner

And someone saw me grin

When he smiled I realised

I had passed it onto him

 

I thought about a smile

And realised its worth

A single smile like mine

Could travel round the earth

 

So if you feel a smile begin

Don’t leave it undetected

Start an epidemic and get the world infected.

Spike Milligan

Pebbles On A Beach

This morning on a craft group which I follow on social media a member made the suggestion of drilling holes into flat beach pebbles to use as unusual buttons.

I immediately recalled my grandniece, 3 years of age after a walk along our pebbled beach.  We had thrown pebbles in the sea, chosen many pebbles which she had entrusted to her older cousin to mind.  But when we came to the end of our walk she insisted that all the pebbles had to be returned so that other children could throw pebbles in the sea.

Out of the mouths of babe….

Sometimes it is the pebbles on the beach which make that particular beach so beautiful.  Those pebbles are needed to soothe the souls: to make the unique sound of the sea washing over them: to provide that feeling one gets no matter what age when throwing them back into the sea.

So perhaps if you contemplate taking pebbles from the beach as a memory, or for use in an art project perhaps pause and ask yourself if you really need it?

Are you a poet?

In an article for www.writing.ie “Thoughts for Budding Poets” Liz Cowley says and I quote “…poetry shouldn’t be like medicine – hard to swallow but good for you”.    I totally agree.

Liz Cowley is one of my favourite poets Her work is so accessible.   She can make the most mundane seem important.   That together with the laughter which mingles with the often-tough topics of everyday living is what makes reading her poetry so enjoyable.

Liz Cowley opens the article “Thoughts for Budding Poets” by suggesting that many people are poets but are afraid that that we would be embarrassed by our ramblings/ scribblings.  That those scribblings would not be good enough.  Perhaps she is correct and that there is a poet in all of us just waiting to get out.

 

Why Put Off Things

 

Why delay? Why put them off –

the things we could have done before?

Why is it that we hesitate

and what is it we’re waiting for?

 

Why don’t we do things sooner?

Why do we often hesitate

until the day it’s much later,

it’s suddenly become too late?

 

Taken from the book “And Guess Who He Was With” by Liz Cowley

No Interruptions

Did you know that today was No Interruptions Day? Nor did I til my internal alarm clock went off at 3.00am. Bored with the usual sites I decided to see if December 29th held special significance.

I found that today was the day for sorting out your workspace without any interruptions. This involves clearing out unwanted items. Sorting out those “must do” lists and doing or discarding the items on them. Perhaps they are no longer “must do”.

Perhaps moving the work station to have a different view of the world? Turning off phones, internet connections and have no interruptions.

I have to admit that I found myself laughing out loud. My imagination just ran riot imagining work places being totally overhauled. Work stations being turned around. Perhaps desks being painted? People totally reorganising and in the process creating total chaos.

What about those who work from home on this ” interruptions day”? Perhaps they have a family and with school out can they really have a”no interruption” day?

This idea is similar to “Tick Tock Day”. Yes, there is such a day. Again, it’s the idea of finishing tasks which have not been completed. Or perhaps a goal which has not been achieved.

So, if you have nothing to do today……

New Year Resolutions

via Daily Prompt: Confess

 

I confess that I am not a fan of making resolutions at a particular time of the year. I do like to set challenges for myself which are achievable. Life may intervene and these challenges can sometimes be deferred. However I prefer to set these challenges at a time which has been determined by me and not foisted on me.

In the northern hemisphere generally academic years begin in September and October so for me starting something new in Autumn feels right. Starting something new or setting new targets at Easter for some reason also sits well with me.

I like winter but starting something new just seems to jibe with me. Starting something new in January just seems a little forced or is it perhaps that I am not ready for these resolutions?

No I just don’t like all the hype about new year resolutions. So no I won’t be making any new year resolutions. I will not be looking back on 2017 to see what I have not accomplished. I will remember and toast family and friends and be exceedingly thankful to have them in my life. However New Year Resolutions will not be part of the start of 2018 for me.

Christmas

It is Christmas morning. A rainy mild Christmas morning. No one is stirring and there is a stillness about. Perhaps it is to do with the fact that this is an adult house now.

It is lovely to savour this slower beginning.,to remeber some of those warm precious memories of other Christmas mornings.

On this mild Christmas morning it is wonderful to have the time to be thankful.  To be thankful for the memories others have provided over other Christmases.

As a friend said to me one ” to be able to savour an experience is something very precious”. And she was totally right.

I hope you are able to savour this day and add it to your memory bank.

Secret Santa

 

 

This year for the very first time I have been involved in a Secret Santa through an on-line book club which I was able to join this year.

My Secret Santa parcel arrived this morning and with it a dilemma.  As you know paper is important to me.  My present was beautifully wrapped in Art Deco type paper.  Black background with small bronze Christmas trees in a line.  The next line was bronze zig zag with angular corners.  So reminiscent of the Art Deco period.  Each bronze decorated line was followed by a pure white straight line.   The pattern on the paper was a work of art.

Oh my, but I was torn.  I wanted to find out what book I had received but I did not want to damage this beautiful paper.  A mug of coffee later and it was time.  With a scalpel, extra light on my work table and a steady hand I began the job of opening the paper.  Thank goodness, my Secret Santa had not used double sided tape.  With care I actually achieved removing this beautiful paper to reveal my book.

However, before scrutinising the book, the paper was ironed to remove the creases.  Yes, ironing it does work.  Just make sure it is a dry iron at low temperature.  I already have a few ideas for using it.  It definitely could be used as background for a greeting card but I think for the moment it will be placed in my drawer containing “special paper” to be used at a future date, possibly.

The book I received wrapped in that wonderful paper was “he said she said” by Erin Kelly and published by Hodder and Stoughton.  I would have walked past this book in a book shop.  The dust cover would not have attracted me nor would the fact that it was termed a “psychological thriller”.   Like everything else in life there are times to try something new and I look forward to reading it during the Christmas period.

Happy Christmas reading especially if it is a genre which you don’t normally read.

Traditions

 

Have you found Christmas Traditions have changed over the years?

 

If you have been fortunate like me to have become a parent then those traditions most certainly have changed.  A few years ago, I would have been sad about those changes but now at this stage I am glad that those changes have occurred.  It shows that life is being lived and for that I am very thankful.

 

However, there are still somethings which still herald Christmas.  Preparing and making the Christmas puddings, Christmas cake and the Christmas mincemeat are signals that Christmas is coming.  The first indication I have that Christmas is very near is when I post those first Christmas cards.  The next indication is when I arrive home with Christmas purchases.  These are small items which are either made or bought then wrapped and put under the Christmas tree for distributing among friends and family.

I met someone recently who told me that she detests January and February as the weather is usually awful, people are grumpy as they have little to look forward to and she has named them the BLAH months.  Last year she changed things and started making Christmas items which could be given to various friends and charities.  For her it extended the feeling of Christmas giving.  And in a very practical way it relieved the Christmas stress that she was normally under.  Next year as Easter is early, April 1st 2018, she intends to use her three least favourite months of the year to make Easter gifts.  A new tradition for her.

 

I like the idea of new traditions and I have to agree with her that very often people seems to be rather glum in January so perhaps extending the gift of giving to Easter is a good idea.  Those charities which we may support at Christmas I am sure need support during the rest of the year. Perhaps its a tradition which more of us could embrace?

 

A Christmas Card

I know this is going to be contentious but here it goes.  In Ireland over the last 10 years there has been a growing push by charities asking people to donate to a charity and not post or send Christmas Cards.  Why are they doing this?

There are many people and not just older people who look forward to getting Christmas cards in the post.   The card pops through the letter box usually with a Christmas postage stamp, the envelope hand written and inside there is a personal greeting.

Please pause a moment and thing back to the last time you received a personal greeting through the post? Let’s face it the occasion very rarely happens.  With the advent of paperless billing the volume of post has dropped.  Isn’t it good to receive that personal greeting?

Isn’t it wonderful to think that a friend, a colleague, a neighbour, a family member has taken the time to choose a card, write a greeting, address the envelope and then post it.  Isn’t it good to feel that even for a short time you were important to that person?

I attended a workshop during the year and a young lad asked me if I sent cards at Christmas. “Of course,” I replied “but why are you asking”? I learnt that this young lad has a chronic illness and at times it results in anxiety and depression.  When his energy is low and he feels his anxiety rising he will take out one of the Christmas cards he received and remind himself that he is important.

This conversation has remained with me.  We just never know how the simple gesture of sending a Christmas card can impact on someone.  I am sure there are many other examples of the smiles that a Christmas card can evoke.

Then there are the people who make their own Christmas cards who not only get a great buzz of making those cards but who also make others feel very important.  The hours which are spent choosing designs, paper and finally putting it all together before actually sitting down to write the personal greeting.

Many people send cards which they have purchased from specific charities knowing that the money is going back to that charity. These charities range from Children’s hospital to animal welfare. The money from those cards are important to those charities.

Can I ask a question of those charities who are asking people to donate rather than sending out Christmas cards? Why do you not ask people to consider donating the cost of an extra Christmas present? Why are charities not at Easter time asking people to stop buying Easter Eggs and instead donating the money to charity? There has grown the tradition of the 12 Pubs at Christmas in Ireland.  Why have the charities not targeted that?

These charities that ask us to donate instead of sending cards should really consider the impact this has on those who receive these Christmas cards.

 

Christmas puds

Stir Up Sunday

Over many years we have been fortunate to have celebrated “making the Christmas Pudding” with our son and various nieces and nephews.  Whether they enjoyed it I will leave up to them but these are memories which I cherish.

This year we celebrated “making the puds” with the next generation.  I can’t believe that around the table were three of my grand nieces and one of my grand nephews.

Coming into the seomra suite and seeing them engrossed in their tasks was just such a precious sight to behold.  Each and every “mixing memory” came rushing back.  Luke with “Delia Smiths Christmas” propped open to keep us on the right track; Jack and Katie with their incredible laughs; Sarah and Jessica with the phone images; Zoe Adam, Kaela and Clara (keeping watch with Luke) ready with the wooden spoons.

However I don’t think I am going to live it down that the only job I had with Jessica and Sarah was to put the flour into it the puds before steaming…..Yes you guessed it I left out the flour and on Christmas Day when the pudding was turned out it was pure liquid.

Another year with Jack and Katie, I totally forgot about the puds in the steamer and I ended up having to make them again as they the first ones were totally inedible.

The one thing which is common to all these memories is mixing all the ingredients once the stout has been added.  The enthusiasm, the laughter, the mess and last but definitely not least, making that important Christmas wish is the highlight of the occasion.  Eyes scrunched up while saying “I wish, I wish I wish” and silently making that wish.  It still gives me goose bumps.

Christmas PudWhen I was growing up the puds were made immediately after Halloween.  The latest date for making them was the Sunday before Advent in the Christian church.  The Collect for that day starts “Stir up we beseech thee O’ Lord”.  Hence the name “Stir up Sunday”.

I love the traditions of Christmas but sometimes traditions need to be adapted.  Perhaps with the use of Skype or similar, Stir up Sunday next year could include the grand nieces and nephews from farther afield around the world.

I am privileged to have been given so many Christmas Pud memories and to those who gave them to me, thank you.

Christmas puds

20 Minutes

Perhaps 20 minutes isn’t too long in the grand scheme of things.  Perhaps there isn’t much to be achieved in 20 minutes? Well let me tell you there is a hell of a lot which can be achieved in those precious 20 minutes.  A while ago I took part in a survey asking about using 20 minutes to volunteer.  It got me thinking.

What could be made in 20 minutes? What could it be used for? Could it really be termed volunteering? Twenty minutes with my slow crochet work will make a tiny premature baby hat.  Now there are others who crochet and who would make a premature baby jacket in 20 minutes. ( I am slow)  IMAG0791

 

 

Now before you switch off from this post just because you may not be a crafter can I make a suggestion here of how you might be able to volunteer 20 minutes.  Would you have 20 minutes to purchase yarn, fabric and donate it?  If you don’t know anyone directly who knits just contact your local ICA  or similar group they will definitely know.

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Crafting is expensive so two fat quarters of fabric would make a premmie blanket.  2 yards of fabric can be used to make a fidget quilt for a person with dementia.   Then there are the bravery blankies for children and teenagers in hospital with cancer.  2 balls of yarn would go along way to making so many things.

Please don’t think about it just head off and purchase that ball of yarn, or that piece of fabric and pass it on and put a smile on someone’s face.

Cherished Recipes

Early morning and yet again no sleep so think it is time for root among my cookery books. I really enjoy reading cookery books. I especially enjoy learning where the ideas for recipes have come from.

The most delicious recipes are very often those recipes which have been handed down through generations, with every generation adding a slight tweak.

I started to flick through some of the cookery books and immediately I was transported back to when I had bought them.  Wow I had totally forgotten I had the Food Aid Book.

Do you remember Band Aid in 1984? It was founded by Bob Geldof and Midge Ure to raise money for the fight against famine in Ethiopia.   On November 20th the single “Do They Know It’s Christmas” was recorded and five days later it was released.

In 1985, while watching Live Aid Delia Smith got the idea that the food industry including chefs could also give or donate to the fight against famine.  The seed of an idea for a cookery book grew.   Together with Sir Terry Wogan and within two months the book was selling off the shelves in 1986, having been published by the BBC. The book  however, was different form the norm in that it is made up of cherished recipes donated by the people both famous and not so famous.   Some recipes were sponsored by food industry with the recipes themselves being wide and varied.

The first recipe was provided by Dian Princess of Wales.   However, the majority of recipes are from ordinary individuals willing to share a cherished recipe.

My favourite recipe is a recipe for a ham sandwich devised by the comic Ronnie Barker and which finishes

 

“Place £5 in envelope and whisk off to Food Aid .   Enjoy sandwich knowing that someone will eat with that £5 note.”

My recipe for soda bread was given to me by my Aunty Mary Dan and hasn’t changed. Our Christmas Pudding Recipe has changed from the heavy dark pudding of childhood to a lighter pudding which at this stage cannot be altered or it is no longer “our” Christmas pudding. Of course we have “drinky” biscuits, so-called because our son would have half the batter drunk before the flour had been added to make it into biscuits.

Do you have any cherished family recipes or new ones which you have devised and are now part of the family repertoire?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Punch

 

 

I can’t believe that the paper punch is over 100 years old.

I am sure if you use Google on a daily basis you have now realised that on 14th November 1886 it was patented by Frederich Soennecken.  This led to Benjamin Smith’s patent in and to the patent of Charles Brooke which not only punched a hole but also collected the paper which had been punched out.

I like punches: from the simple one-hole punch to decorative paper punches.   On my shelf I can see the one-hole punch, double hole which was used to hole foolscap paper.  I have one which can punch numerous holes for ring binders.  Great for keeping magazines in one place.

I can remember as a clerical worker a punch was an invaluable piece of equipment for storing correspondence in files.  However, if you had a punch which gathered the punched pieces of paper you were in heaven.  Those pesky bits of paper were in one place.

In later years, I have decorated jam jars or mason jars with those pesky bits of paper to give the effect of snow with a tea light candle glimmering inside.  All the time keeping a wary eye that the glass wasn’t getting too warm.  Those battery-operated tea lights have taken the worry out now.

Over the years I have seen beautiful handmade greeting cards which have used only punches to create wonderful designs.

Is a punch part of your life? Do you have more than one? Or is a punch obsolete?

A Special Experience

Have you ever been lucky enough to be part of a special experience?

Last night I attended a dinner in the Crown Plaza hotel, Santry, Dublin.  There was a buzz around the table with conversations to my right and left.  The volume rose as the tables filled up.  So, you are asking what’s so different?

Firstly, apart from my husband I knew no one at that table, however people introduced themselves and made everyone feel welcome.  Conversations with strangers flowed.

This was an extremely special night where blood and platelets donors who had donated over 50 units were honoured.  I was accompanying my husband who was one of those being honoured.

Just 1 teaspoon of blood for a premature baby! Yes, ONE TEASPOON.  It was amazing to think that a teaspoon could equal a miracle.  The shelf life of blood is 7 days or 5 days for neonatal.  Just look at some of your groceries and look at their shelf life very little has to be used within such a short time period.

To the world you are just one person but to one person you are the world” We have all heard that expression but blood donors and platelet donors epitomise this saying.  Very often a platelet donor would be matched with a specific recipient.

For many kids and perhaps adults the men and women of the fire service are special.  How many kids dress up as “Firemen”? Last night I listened to an awe-inspiring talk given by a member of Dublin Fire Service.  The talk opened with background information of how this officer started donating blood throughout his time with the service.  How he started donating blood platelets in James Street never realising that in a short time he would need the service.

This man’s young son was diagnosed with leukaemia and spent 3 years on Chemo but the first donation of blood platelets actually brought back the colour to his son’s face.  This man spoke eloquently, gently, with dignity as he allowed us a little insight into the journey of his son’s illness and the journey of the family.  We were a privileged audience and I thank this man his wife and his son for sharing such a personal and traumatic story but one with a happy ending. His son is now a TEENAGER with all that entails.

One of the facts which I have found very difficult to understand is that Ireland has a population of 4,757,976(according to the census of 2016) and only 3% that is only 142,739 volunteer donors are keeping this country alive with blood.  This makes me very frustrated as I myself am unable to continue donating.

A I was leaving the hotel last night amid a great buzz I was determined to write something about how proud I am of these blood and platelet donors and especially proud of my wonderful husband that I would in some small way try and promote the need for volunteers.  So, if you have thought of donating but have put it off please think again.

It is not scary.  If like me needles aren’t your thing just look away then you won’t know anything about it.  Before you realise it, your donation has been taken.  Again, if you are like me a scaredy cat and just want to bury your nose in a book the staff will not take offence.  However, if you are a chatterbox the staff are great conversationalists.

So here is the information for Ireland: Facebook Irish Blood Transfusion Service: online www.giveblood.ie: phone 1850731137.  Don’t put off donating for another day.  If you are reading this in another country just use a search engine and you will get the information.

Thank You in anticipation

 

Reading Something New

 

What books have you read which are totally out of your comfort zone?

UP front here, I am the biggest coward on two feet.  Dr.  Who tv series has always scared me.  I prefer to record tv programmes or download so that I can fast forward over the bits which scare me.  Yes, honestly a total whoosh

As for books? I have a vivid imagination so reading about a human being viciously hurting another human being is a scene I really don’t need to read about.  As I have said before I enjoy a COZY mystery the emphasis on COZY.  Blood and gore literally make me sick.

However, being a member of a Facebook discussion book group sometimes one must take the plunge and read outside of the comfort zone.  So last month the theme was “Books which Scare you”.  The suggestion for those who don’t like to be scared was Joe Hill’s “The Fireman”.  This was for the scaredy cats like me.  Ha, ha: after two chapters, which I read in daylight, I heard a noise above me.  I jumped out of my skin looked out of the window to see my neighbour’s cat casually sauntering along the path having knocked down a new flowerpot I had left on the window sill.  My heart was racing.  See I did tell you I was a scaredy cat.  I am afraid I didn’t finish the book.  Perhaps someone can tell me how it ends during daylight hours pleas.

Now I have a friend who absolutely loves these sorts of books.  Anne this is definitely one for you.

For anyone who enjoys horror books an author which has been recommend  is Chris Rush .  Book titles include “Folklore”, and “All Shall Suffer”.

For me it’s back to Ruth Dudley Edwards.

 

A Child’s Poem? Or Maybe Not

Surprise

 

The biggest

Surprise

On the library shelf

Is when you

Suddenly

Find yourself

Inside a book

(the hidden you)

You wonder how

The author knew.

 

by Beverley McLoughland

 

 

Beverley McLoughland is a children’s poet.  She doesn’t have a blog, website or Wikipedia entry.  Her poems have been published in literary magazines.  This poem can be found in a book called “Good Books, Good times” by Lee Bennet Hopkins published by Harper Collins.   It is a collection of funny poems celebrating the joy of words.  Although published for children it is a great read for any age.  The illustrations by Harvey Stenson just add to the fun of the book.

An Unexpected Angel

 

Shopping! Oh, how I detest it.  Let me quantify that.  Shopping for books, pens, paper, fabric, yarn, pottery and ceramics isn’t really shopping.  It is going on a mini holiday.  The weekly grocery/household shopping is a necessity which just has to be done and at this stage of my life I have it down to a fine art.

Shopping for shoes is mildly entertaining.  Shopping for a bag is good as I look at a bag and envisage how I will fill it with pens, notebook, journals and the other necessities one requires.

Then there is what I term the Nightmare Shop and it is clothes shopping to which I refer.  It is with dread and a heavy heart that I look at clothes shopping.  Yes, I have tried personal shopper.  It certainly was an experience. I have tried just wandering into a clothes shop to browse, however it isn’t long before I am browsing a book shop instead.

Yesterday I walked into a shop to be greeted by a vista of rich autumnal colours interspersed with shards of colour which should have been discordant but in fact enhanced the whole image.  No this was not an art gallery but a clothes shop.  Not only were the colours eye catching but the texture of the fabrics was enticing.

Having spent a time just wandering and noticing that the outfits were put together using unusual colour combinations I took the plunge and “tried on an outfit”.   On showing it to my friend I was approached by a guardian angel of clothes whose name is Serena.  I call her a guardian angel because she guided me through the process of choosing, discarding and turning the experience into an adventure.  She showed how to try something and to see where it did enhance or didn’t.  To look at different combinations and to realise that with guidance an outfit can boost the confidence of a person. I tried on rich colours,different shapes and laughed. You would have too if you had seen me. It was fun, yes fun. I never thought I would say that about clothes shopping!!

So, all I can say for those of you who like me hate, dread and dislike clothes shopping with a vengeance I hope you find your clothes angel.  However, if you are in Ireland or ever visit Ireland then take a trip to Newbridge County Kildare and call into Maybell Lady Plus Boutique.  There you will find two angels Ann and Serena who will help in making clothes shopping a really good experience.

And yes I  have an outfit I would never have thought of looking at never mind buying which makes me feel 6 foot tall and a million dollars. Good shopping.

 

 

 

 

One of Life’s Pleasures

A mug of coffee or tea and a good book are not just life’s pleasures but a necessity. I don’t think I could survive without a book. There are many book genres which I enjoy but a “who done it”  with a cuppa? A definite yes.

A book where the “baddy” is caught by a believable sleuth, justice is served, without any blood and gore details, is the basis of a good mystery book.  The sleuth can be a lady of indeterminable years, a young lady, a police detective, a retired detective, a librarian, a cook; it doesn’t matter as long as the writing is good and lures me into the story.

I was introduced to a mystery book while attending the children’s public library in Rathmines, Dublin by my good friend Úna and 50 years later she is still introducing me to new authors. During the years I have been enthralled by authors such as Ruth Dudley Edwards, Miranda James, Kate Ellis, Deborah Crombie, Ann Cleeves, Ann Granger, and of course Agatha Christie together with Colin Dexter and his Inspector Morse series.

Unfortunately, a “cozy mystery” is not a popular genre or so the publishers would like us to think. So many book shops do not stock them. In fact, it is hard to find them in general. Thank goodness for the independent book shops where they are more than happy to order these books. Dubray Books in Bray http://www.dubraybooks.ie/ being one such shop with their knowledgeable, friendly staff. Really what more could you ask for.

It is great to come across a new author. A new addition to my author’s journal is Lilian Watts, http://lilianwatts.com. She is an Australian author who has a theatrical series set in U.S.A. which is really enjoyable. So, if you are looking for a cozy mystery read try her out.

Thanks to Úna I have been enthralled, entertained and visited numerous countries through the “cozy mystery” genre.

 

Poetry

 

Pen paper and mugs are part of my life but words are an integral part. I enjoy reading poetry as opposed to studying and learning poetry as had to be done in school.

During those many sleepless nights I  have come across some wonderful websites all to do with poetry. I am just amazed how a poet can put a few words together and conjure up images that are as vivid as an artist’s painting. It is pure alchemy.

I came across a contemporary poet Eileen Carney Hulme. Her poetry seemed to just lift off the page. She was born in Scotland of Irish/ Scottish descent. Here is just one I would like to share with you. It is from her poem The Letters

 

I wonder if you keep

 the letters still,

spidery and blotted

now, like old days

I remember sunlight burst

that inspired

Those winged words

Conversations and Meetings

 

There is a need for interaction, for dialogue for the sharing of ideas not just in the written word but also verbally.

In fact, I have to push myself to join a group and continue to push myself to remain within that group.  I have found that by taking on particular roles or jobs it makes me remain active within the group.  For me, there is a need to push the limits.  If those are not expanded at times then my world would shrink.  This I have learnt the hard way and the only person who can stop my world shrinking is me.  Listen I am no saint and many a time I have just remained within the environs of my home.

There are times when I have to push myself to leave the four walls of my home and go out.  Most times it is difficult and then later when I realise I have enjoyed myself I get annoyed with myself.  Talk about a vicious circle.  I don’t think I am alone.  There are many more of us who give the illusion of being at ease meeting people while all the time there is the urge to scurry away and beaver at home.

It is so much easier now to interact with people via Skype, Whats app, video conferencing, texts email, but to actually sit with someone and communicate is just in a different league.  I have been trying to work out just what makes it different and it is the human touch.  Maybe it’s giving a person a lift while having a chat.  Perhaps it is sitting opposite over a cuppa and having eye contact.  Sometimes it is that hug which can speak volumes or maybe it’s that laugh which can lift one out of the doldrums.

Have you ever found that you are in conversation with someone and they can give you an idea for another interest?  Or perhaps expand an interest you already have in a totally different direction?  Or they have a way of listening and giving a response which suddenly makes everything clear. I am blessed to have such a friend. Catherine can take my verbal musings and make things clear for me in just a couple of words. She has an amazing ability to reflect back ideas in a constructive and more importantly concise way.

Perhaps a way to make Skype and all those other electronic conversations more personal and interactive is to share a cuppa. What I mean is that each of the participants has a cup of their favourite brew while they chat. Perhaps have a small bite to eat… can you imagine the exchange of recipes which could ensue especially if the conversation was over thousand of miles.

So if you are going to meet a friend be it in person or  virtual what would be your drink and your nibble? For me it would be a big mug of coffee preferably ground Ugandan coffee beans or Malawian coffee. And to have with it…pineapple upsidedown cake (made by my husband) or lemon meringue pie.

 

 

 

Reading too fast?

Hello there

 

I hope you this finds you in a good place today.  We have been blessed with some beautiful Autumnal weather these last few days.  There has been heat during the day but still the smell of Autumn permeating through.  Today however, has started with a grey sluggish morning and the inevitable forecast of rain.

Have you ever misread a sentence, crossword clue, line of poetry and in doing so gone on a totally different tangent to what was intended? Ok there will be some you who will say “no” while others will say “probably” while I have to say definitely.

As you know I love journaling which in my case is actually writing in a journal not journaling as a craft.  A few years ago, I received a diary and each day there would be a thought or a suggested action.  One day it was “see a beautiful word” and it resonated with me.

At long last there was someone who actually realised that words could be beautiful: from the meaning to the sound to script in which they are written.  Even in what context they are written.  I remember years ago a teacher talking about the beauty and richness of words to convey the thoughts of each reader, but I had never come across the beauty of an actual word.  From that day on words looked totally different

Well, today I happened across that same diary.  For some reason, I found it among a folder of crochet patterns.  How it came to be there I have no idea.  Flicking through the diary I came across the thought “see a beautiful word”.  EXCEPT it did not read see a beautiful word it read “see a beautiful WORLD”!!!!!!

 

I fell around my craft room with the laughter.  How daft could I have been not to have checked the sentence.  How could I have made such a mistake? Honestly it made a lot of sense when I read it correctly.  Perhaps it had been serendipitous? The dropping of a letter had led me down a different path.  I have come to appreciate words.  I am generally on the lookout for unusual words and relish the sound of words now.  So, was it a waste that I had misread? Definitely not if nothing else it gave me a great laugh this morning.  I wonder if anyone else has had a good outcome after misreading a word?

Take care and look after yourself.

Sleep or Lack of

Good morning

 

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I am one of those people who don’t have a regular sleep pattern.  There are many nights when 4.am arrives and I am still wide awake.

I gave up as fruitless remaining in bed tossing and turning and getting mor and more frustrated.  When I knew sleep was not going to happen I would get up and do something.

Years ago it was card making which kept me going during those hours thanks to a brilliant crafter and fantastic teacher Mary.  It cemented my love of paper.  This was in the day before tablets, iPhone and well before the ready availability of Wifi.  Paper crafting allowed me to have something to show after a sleepless night.  It allowed me the luxury of trying different ways to manipulate paper and card.  I still remember spending a night making a bag using tea bag folding to decorate the outside of the bag.  It was incredibly relaxing.  Would I do it again I don’t honestly know!

My Christmas cards got made during those hours especially those special ones which required many hours to choose colours, paper, card fold before assembly. Deciding on a specific card to suit someone can take me hours. Night time was great for this process. There was no pressure as there is during the day, when I have the myriad of “to do” to be completed.

My journaling came into its own giving me the space and opportunity of clearing my mind.  In the quiet of the night it was easy to allow the thoughts and ideas take flight.  So what, that those ideas didn’t come to fruition? I had the time to allow them to float and then decide whether or not they were not for me.  Some of the ideas were a bit barmy but they provided great amusement when re read on my five yearly clear out.

Recently a neighbour confided in me that she didn’t feel so alone when she could see lights on in my house.  She realised that there was someone else who also wasn’t asleep.  It surprised me that my inability to sleep was actually comforting someone else.

One just does not know how our actions can affect another human being.

 

Thank you for reading.

Post

There is something magical about the clatter of the letter box and the hope there is something there other than a bill.  Generally, nowadays bills are online so it is mainly unsolicited mail or rubbish.

However, do you remember the anticipation hearing the postman and hoping there was something just for you.  I love to get post.  I especially like to get a letter or a card when I am least expecting it.  There is something really exciting to see a coloured envelope which has a hand-written address.  Wow to think someone has taken the time to write to me.  I find it humbling, exciting and just the very thing to accompany that “mug of ..”

If you are of a similar generation to me you will probably remember the blue “air letter”.  It was a sheet of flimsy paper which was folded in on itself forming its own envelope.  It was amazing just how much information could be squeezed onto one A4 sheet of paper.

 

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I had a friend in the 80’s working in India and those “air letters” were great.  I remember the lady in the post office near to where I worked telling me that she had a note pad of them that would work out cheaper for me! That was how Ger and I kept in touch.

Very often these pages or air letter were surrounded by the country colours.  The Irish air letter had a border of green, white and orange.  Air mail must have seemed so much quicker than surface mail which had for so long the only way of getting information across the miles.  Not forgetting the different class of stamps depending on how fast you wanted or could afford to post a letter.

I was just trying to think over my morning pot of tea just when was the last time I received a chatty letter.  I actually couldn’t remember.  It is normal to receive what I term as a “catch up” letter with some Christmas cards but excluding those I honestly can’t remember the last time I received a letter.  That got me thinking as to when I had last sent a letter.  Again, I was stumped.  Excluding a note with a card it is a long time since I sent a letter.  I would send cards regularly to people just to say hello but it would be very seldom when I would enclose a long missive.

I have heard myself complaining about the closures of post offices however if the majority of people are like me and don’t write letters then is it any wonder that post offices are being closed?  But that is for another day.

I think it is time to re-invent the letter.  How? Every month I am going to write a letter to someone different.  I know I am going to find it strange.  A mug of tea and I will start the letter.  It is Image result for letter imageseasy to forget how one can get lost in a letter but if you haven’t written in a while like me then it can seem like a large.  Finally, off to the post office and pop it in the box.

 

Now I know, some of those who know me are now laughing out loud.  Why? Just today I found a get-well card for someone who is back at work after undergoing an operation which they underwent over three months ago.! Yes, I made the card, made up a verse for the insert, popped in a note, addressed the envelope stamped it and totally forgot to post the letter.  I have a friend and in our teens and early twenties we corresponded by post.  Well the number of bulk letters which Mags received was embarrassing to say the least.  So my penchant of not remembering to post the letter is going to be the biggest hurdle of all.

Please if you have any hints on how not to forget to post the letter please, please let me know.  If you are a letter writer I would also it would be good to hear from you.  Perhaps you are still corresponding with friends using a pen and paper? If you are would I would love to hear about it.

Take care.

A Lunch…..

A while back, I met a wonderful lady.  I met her at a lunch which was given by a mutual friend.  This lady, I will call he Kate, after introductions she apologised that she didn’t know why she was invited to this lunch as she had nothing in common with anyone there.  She said “I am not a university graduate and only finished secondary school so I have nothing to contribute but I would love to hear about your work”.  I was stunned.

Eventually I think I closed my mouth and gradually found out that Kate was a craft artist, mother, home provider, parent carer, volunteer, voracious reader and still sane.  How she managed to do all she was doing, was beyond me.  Back in the day the buzz word in companies was time and motion management, now it is called work study.  Well Kate had a PhD in it without the certificate to prove it.

How could this lady be so demeaned by society even though she was a primary carer, educator, financial manager, caterer, cook, maintenance manager, craft master and artist oh and a volunteer?  When did the criteria for being a worthwhile person start with the premise that one needed to be a graduate?

After many years of getting to know Kate, I asked her one day why she had apologised about her education qualifications when we met.  She said the number of women who had dismissed her as insignificant because she wasn’t working or hadn’t a degree had led her to a deflecting strategy and allowed her to get through these social events.

You may think that this is a scenario from the 70’s or maybe 80’s but unfortunately not.  It happened within the last 5 years.  There may be inequality between men and women as I know there is but if women cannot respect and support each other there is no way that equality between men and women will ever happen.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Educate

 

“All of life is a constant education” ….  Eleanor Roosevelt.  I came across this quote in one of my journals and it has set me thinking.  What does “educate” mean?  “To give knowledge to or develop the abilities of somebody by teaching” Bloomsbury English Dictionary.  But is education solely learning by teaching?

Andrew Carnegie said that his education came through books rather than formal education.  Is todays image of education restricted to the image of a teacher standing in front of a class or is that an antiquated image? Although there may be whiteboards or tablets in use in schools.  The school is still divided in classrooms with a teacher.  Looking at it another way by having the basics of education taught in such a way it opens up the whole world of learning and that is a wide and varied world.

I have to agree with Andrew Carnegie to a great extent.  Books are a great wealth of knowledge and in many instances a free source of education.  The Public library system and free E books can open up the world of learning.  However, I think it is when we actually realise how we as individuals learn that education comes alive.

For me I still need paper and pen to take notes to write to edit and through these steps I learn.  For others, the arrival of you tube has opened the door to another aspect of education and learning.  Watching rather than reading enables these people to learn in a way that is beneficial to them.  Even if I am watching you tube I invariably have to take notes.

Edith Hamilton an U.S.  educator and author, spoke of how little stress was put on the pleasure of learning.  A friend of mine in her 80s reads the Sunday Newspaper from cover to cover because she enjoys being up to date with current affairs but also enjoys learning about the world of which Ireland is only a small dot.  She loves to learn but also can impart that knowledge.  I really enjoy the debates we have and also the unusual snippets she has gleaned in the newspaper.  A cuppa with Peggy brings me right up to date.

 

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A Community?

 

How are you this evening?

All today I have had a craving for chips.  Not homemade oven chips but honest to goodness chipper chips.  So in order to banish the thoughts I had the usual prom walk but then instead of the cuppa and a biscuit I put on a walking video.  I made sure to have plenty of chopped fruit and veg for those snacks which for some reason seem to be still in the fridge.  It didn’t help.  I found myself just an hour ago crossing over the threshold of the chipper.

The aroma was wonderful: that heady mixture of salt, vinegar and spices.  My mouth was salivating.  A few minutes reading that enticing menu but all along I knew when my time came I would say “Onion rings and chips please” My shoulders relaxed, the pain my neck eased.  And now, for the next part of a trip to the chipper the act of people watching.

I love people watching and there was so much to see and hear.  The majority of the customers were known by name.  Was I envious? Definitely.  To be part of a community is a necessity.  Did the people here realise that they were part of a community and that others would be envious of them? Maybe or maybe not.  Did it really matter?

Every age group was represented here.  “Redser” a small ten-year-old had a list as long as your arm memorised.  It seems it was different to his normal order and Joe who owned the chipper was quick to check just in case.  “Me bleedin cousins are here” Redser told us all.

Two young men came in having rung in their order as they were on their way to watch the match. Kitted out in the Irish Jerseys and scarves, they told Joe Ireland was going to win by the single goal.  “Darren Randolph will have a clean sheet”.  I hadn’t even realised that Ireland were playing.  I’d better remember to check out the score later or perhaps catch up on the I player.  They all dissected the team and the opposition and  all the while Joe took orders as new customers came in.

At the same time, there was an ongoing conversation being had by 4 teenagers “We need bulking out if we want to make any sort of an impression.” Ah obviously, they wanted to impress some girls I thought.  “How are we ever going to get onto the senior cup team”? Ah well I was way off the mark there.  They continued talking about buying protein supplements and extra training sessions.  Then the image was spoiled when the order of “2 quaterpounders and chips” for each of them was called together with the diet coke. Just priceless to listen to the serious discussion on nutrition and for the image to be shattered by the reality of the order “2 quaterpounders and chips” for each of them together with the diet coke. It was hard not to laugh.

Before I knew it my order was ready and all my thoughts were on getting home as fast as possible and curling up to watch Margaret Rutherford as Miss Marple and slowly enjoying every last one these delicious golden nuggets.

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Definitely a little piece of heaven……

 

A little explanation for those not from or living in Ireland.  A chipper is a shop where potatoes are cut into chips, deep fried and sold wrapped in paper.  Deep fried fish, burgers and onions are also sold.

 

A Little Sun

Another beautiful early Autumnal morning.  There is a totally different smell to the early mornings and the morning light seems to gradually appear without any pomp.  Each of the seasons is so different and very similar here in Ireland. I heard a comment recently which described Ireland as beautiful green expanses under a sky that has every tone of grey imaginable. Which is very true.

For many the absence of sunlight here can be draining.  I have avery good friend who adores sunlight and heat. As soon as the sun appears she is there gathering strength form it.

 

I came across this poem a short time ago and after rummaging through one of my journals.  I hope you enjoy this extract.  It is by Marshall Gebbie Australian born but lives in New Zealand.   He states he is “a poem writer for the average Joe”. He certainly speaks to me. I found this poem on https://hellopoetry.com/poem/201060/warmth-of-autumn-sun/

 

Warmth of Autumn Sun

Turquoise in the morning light
The treetops are alive
With the myriad of birdsong
As the swirling mists arrive
And the shaft of brilliant sunshine
Penetrates the greenish gloom
To illuminate the craggy ridge
In a honeyed, golden bloom…..

 

Ah, that cup of…

Do you ever find that a coffee shop or restaurant will linger long in your memory? I have two such coffee shops.   While it is nearly 8 years since I have eaten in one the other was only a few months ago.

The first is Samovar tea room in Yerba Buena Gardens San Francisco, U.S.A.    The visit to the U.S.   to see the Irish Rugby team, play the U.S.    Eagles in Santa Clara led to trip to San Francisco.   San Francisco was everything I thought it would be and more.   Friendly hospitable and so much to see and do.

A visit to the Samovar Tea Room was an oasis in a very busy schedule.   There is no possible way that one can hurry through a meal there.   The first thing which literally hits you on entering are the aromas.   Although there are hundreds of blends of tea and with the Tea Rooms catering to a number of gusts the aromas seem to blend to give a warm welcome.

It was great the way various different types and blends were suggested so as to enhance the food.   The staff were friendly and had the patience of job as we took forever to choose after plying the staff with so many questions.   What really impressed me was, at the time we had a young teenager and he was accorded the same respect as the rest of the party.

So, if you are heading to San Francisco pre-book a table at the Samovar Tea Room.    It is an experience to be savoured and enjoyed but not hurried.

The Second place is yet another tea room which is strange as I am a confessed coffeeholic.    It is the Glencar teaShed beside Glencar Waterfall in County Leitrim, Ireland.    (Please remember that waterfalls in Ireland are not very tall but are very pretty).   This tea shop has a wide selection of speciality teas but for the coffee lovers there is a wide selection of coffees.

It is a very calm tea room served by exceptionally friendly staff.   It is nestled beside the waterfall with stunning views over Glencar Lake.   What I was delighted to see was that this tea shop catered for the needs of those who can’t eat gluten.   Take your time to sample the soda bread just soft and extremely moreish.   The ethos of the tea room is to keep it fresh, local and provide a wonderful environment.    Which is exactly true.

The current owner’s great aunts ran a tea room in the early 1900s.    there are artefacts from the original tea rooms to be seen.    The poet W.B.  Yeats visited Glencar Waterfall and the old Sibery Tea Room.    His poem “The Stolen Child” was inspired by the beauty of the waterfall.

So, if you are visiting the Wild Atlantic way in Ireland take a detour and visit the teaShed nestled beside Glencar Waterfall.

Bliss with a Twist

One of life’s pleasures is curling up with a good book to the sound of rain beating against the window pane. Bliss.

Now there are a certain few tweeks to make this pleasure absolute bliss.  Firstly the coffee it has to be a blend which you enjoy, this is definitely not the time for “it will do” blend.  Secondly the mug.  It has to be big enough to hold a warming amount of coffee but not too big that the mug itself is hard to lift.  Thirdly one has to be comfy. Perhaps a quilt to throw aIMAG1015[1]round the shoulders or over the knees.  Perhaps a throw or perhaps that old warm roomy jumper that has survived so many mishaps.

 

 

Of course the most important choice is that of a book.  This is the time for the latest book by a favourite author.  Perhaps this is the time for renewing the warmth one feels from a favoutite book read so many times that the cover has that well thumbed look.

Easter Monday dawned to the sound of rain battering the windows.  Grey skys enveloped the area cutting the house off to the rest of the world.  Small streams were already forming as yet again another year had passed and the drains had not been cleared.  Rain dripped from the forlorn looking trees.

I went through my mental list. Dinner?  Left overs from Easter Sunday Lunch. Snacks? Leftovers from Easter Sunday and Easter Eggs.  Kitchen? Spick and span.  Oh yes, mental list checked off.  This day had all the makings for an uninterupted reading day.  Sheer Bliss.

I found myself in my favourite chair, my quilt folded beside me, in my comfy clothes and footrest in place.  Not knowing quite what book I wanted to read I had a selection.  Ruth dudley Edwards “Matricide at St. Martha’s”, Donna Leon’s “Earthly Remains“, Noel Dorr’s “Ireland at the United Nations” and Daisy Thurbin’s “The Radziwll Leagacy“.

A tray beside me held toasted hot cross buns my husband had made, a sliced apple and a pot of tea being kept warm with a tea cosy.  Beside it sat a small china mug with images of the London Olympics bringing back happy memories.

Yes I was all set.  Still there was something amiss.  I couldn’t put my finger on it.   Something just wasn’t quite right.  What was preveinting me from settling into one of my favourite pastimes.  Standing up and looking at the space I had made for my reading day it took a while for the incongruity to emerge.

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I sat down a little stunned. I was reading with a pot of tea!! For those of you who may not know me I am a coffee holic.  I love coffee and it hurts when I purchase or make a bad cup of coffee.  Realisation slowly dawned upon me that since I had had a massive allergy attack I had not sipped a drop of coffee.coffee.

Yikes. Nóilín minus a mug of coffee?  What a weird notion.  But it was no longer a notion it was a reality.  During the previous thirteen days I had not had a drop of coffee but what was really weird was that I had not missed it.  Nursing a cup of tea I pondered this new situation but the call of a book soon interupted these musings.

It wasn’t long before Ruth Dudley Eadwards had me laughing at the antics of the heroine and the question of why my body was rejecting coffee for tea was soon forgotten.  The rain continued unabated while I read and savoured being warm, having books to read while listening to music of the rain on the window.

It certainly was absolute bliss but with a new twist.