There are a lot of extreme opinions out there about Valentine’s Day. Some people adore the hearts and flowers and the chocolate, and insist on observing all those couples’ rituals that the holiday calls to mind. Then there are those who see it as nothing more than crass commercialism, a conspiracy between chocolatiers, card makers,…
This is what I hope to be my final essay for the time being on this topic, as I try to exorcise my thoughts through writing so that I can try and move on to writing about other subjects. There was the goodbye, and then there was the fractured, dissonant event of death itself and…
“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…
If you want to ship something to Austria in a hurry, you best use a registered mail service rather than entrust your precious parcel to the whims and furies of unchecked postmen. Many moons ago on our holiday in Doolin, we visited the Rock Shop in Liscannor. While there, I took the opportunity to purchase…
It’s ridiculously hard to casually photograph a black cat really well. They absorb light or else they reflect it. And if they’re not also moving at the same time. So I don’t have too many good pictures of Mr. Darcy, or his ridiculously long whiskers. And even fewer of his unusual single white eyebrow. However,…
I never get tired of watching The Mister play with Hawkeye. I always knew he would make a good father. I had plenty of time to observe him with small kids and he always seemed at ease with them – something I often envied. I am not, by nature, a baby person. I don’t relate well…
Apropos to yesterday’s post, we were back on even keep this morning, together with Guard Bear keeping a watchful eye on Conor the Camel.
Sometimes when you’re mind-numbingly exhausted, all you need to unwind are a fleece blanket, a cup of tea, and a purring puddle of fur.
I won’t lie, the last thirty six hours have been a bit on the rough side. I’m not saying they were bad. Life isn’t meant to be easy all the time. Good things sometimes require some stress and angst before they can be enjoyed properly. So yes, there was stress, and frustration, and gnashing of teeth.…
This is Guard Bear. You would have met him in an earlier post involving pandapants. He was a gift for Hawkeye from close friends, and his role is, obviously, to guard. He is also teaching Hawkeye how to salute with “yes, sir!” As you may have gathered, we’ve been having a rather rough week, climaxing…
The Feathered Rose 