Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Still deeply missed.


I know this is a  repost but it's still as poignant today as it was two years ago.

It has been a week since the tragic accident that took Adam's life and it still doesn't make any sense.
Adam was my cousin's son and one of the nicest young men that I have ever met.

He certainly packed a lot of living into his short nineteen years of life. Much has been said of his sporting ability. He played for the Offaly minor football teams in 2013 and 2014, Tullamore rugby club and also represented Leinster and Ireland. I can still hear Jeanette tell us
"My son is playing rugby for Ireland".


What Irish mother wouldn't burst with pride to be able to say that?

To see his teammates stand shoulder to shoulder around Adam's grave last Wednesday would break anyone's heart. The 2000+ congregation who gathered in and outside the cemetery sang "Ireland's Call" as a tribute to a young star who was not permitted to reach his full potential. I, for one, will not be able to listen to the opening anthems of Ireland's remaining games in the  rugby World Cup as it will be too painful a reminder.

From listening to and reading the tributes that have been pouring in, it is obvious that this was only one aspect that made Adam such a wonderful human being. Phrases such as "cheeky grin" "always smiling" "helping hand" "made my world a better place" abound in bucketfuls.

Adam was training to be a teacher. From my many years of experience in this area I can honestly say that he would have been a fantastic teacher and enriched even more lives than he already has.

Last weekend Adam was home from college. He had given his Mam a voucher for dinner in her favourite restaurant for her birthday and in typical Adam fashion had told her and his Dad that he would drive them into Tullamore and more importantly collect them later. He then went off to help his neighbours on their farm. A split second  meant that he would not return.

No one deserves to die in tragic circumstances but I believe that some people deserve it less than others. I know its dreadfully wrong of me, but when I think that last weekend there were young fellas of Adam's age who went out doing drugs, drinking and driving, starting fights, mugging old people for extra cash yet they survived the weekend unscratched and will probably go out and do it again this weekend , I get very angry.
  I suppose that's one reason I could never be a god, I don't understand their reasoning.

But anger doesn't solve anything. There are no right words to say to comfort his family, as it was such a wrong thing to happen. I did find this anonymous poem as I went in search of something that would make any sense of this situation. It's the only thing that gave me the teeniest, tiniest sliver of comfort.


Young Life cut short
Unknown

Do not judge a biography by its length,
Nor by the number of pages in it.
Judge it by the richness of its contents

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant

Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful

And when something has enriched your life
And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?


Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

So much for gender neutrality!

Today we were studying nouns and gender in English. I had a flashback to one of my very first year's teaching. 
I was setting an English summer test. The pupils had to give the feminine noun to go with the corresponding masculine one. For the last one I decided to make it difficult to really test my little 12 year olds
I put down bachelor and waited to see what answer I would get*. As I suspected, most were left blank.

Apart from Gerard who wrote down virgin opposite it....and then crossed it out! Bless him, I had to give him the mark, as he was in for enough disappointment in later years!!
*By the way, the correct answer is spinster!

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Student of life

After 32 years I am once again the proud owner of a student card! I am in Maynooth University studying for my post grad.
I can't wait to get my discount when I go shopping in Topshop and Miss Selfridges. So if you see me in a new wardrobe of cropped tops and ripped jeans I'm just trying to blend in with the young ones!




Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Painting the town red

We went up to visit our aunt Peggy for Sunday dinner. We were admiring her newly painted hallway. As she is 84 years old, we were a little concerned about who actually painted it as she is the type of woman who would go about doing it herself, step ladder or no step ladder. We were relieved to hear that it was her neighbour who did it.

Then Peggy sheepishly admitted
"He asked me what type of paint I wanted?"
She replied
"Oh will you get that DUREX paint, it's the best."
When he had picked himself off the floor he replied
"Ah I don't think they stock that in Woodies!"


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Walk (or cycle) the Line

This morning I decided to give The Old Rail Trail a go. It's a cycle path running along the disused railway line from Mullingar to Athlone.
Now don't get too impressed. I went from Mullingar to Moate. Athlone is my ultimate goal!
It is a fabulous ride.
Oops that came out wrong.
There is no traffic to compete with and there are NO HILLS!!! Happy Days.
And I will reach Athlone, eventually!


The Long and Unwinding Road.

A bridge too far

The light at the end of the tunnel


Eh, what's that choo choo sound behind me???




Sunday, July 30, 2017

Superheroes come in all forms

Happy birthday to a truly inspirational woman, my sister Geraldine.
Firstly before I forget, there is NO WAY she looks 60 and all without the use of cosmetic surgery. You go girl!

Geraldine has always been the lynchpin of our family. She is the one we go to whenever we need some help or advice, be it legal or otherwise!

There’s no nice way to put this, but life has dealt her a very shitty hand, and if there is anyone who doesn’t deserve it, it’s her. Most people would give up if they had one of her conditions, never mind two. But not Geraldine.
Regardless of how she is feeling, she puts on her lipstick and heels....
Mammy’s voice: You shouldn’t be wearing those!
...and faces the world. You would forgive her if she did complain but I don’t think she knows how to.
Listening to people talking about her, the word that comes up most often is dignified and that’s exactly how she carries herself. 

Her birthday party last night was proof that is it not just her family that think that way about her but everyone who has ever met her. There were people there from her primary school days, secondary school and every job that she’s ever had. There were people there who had just flown in from holidays but the general consensus was that
“There is no way we could miss Geraldine’s party”.

So sis, I want to say that you’re my hero and role model and don’t forget

WE’RE CELEBRATING FOR THE YEAR!!!

The Three Sisters

My abiding memory of Geography class in Primary school is reciting the rivers of Ireland. I was always fascinated by
"The three sisters...the Barrow, the Nore and the Suir".
Three very different and individual features that somehow ended up together by a freak of nature!

And I guess that sums us up....

Love ye lots xxx

Friday, July 21, 2017

Shh...it's a secret.

It's my brother-in-law Michael's 60th birthday at the weekend. Being the perfect wife, my sister Jacqueline went to great trouble organising a surprise party for him. We were all sworn to secrecy and to make communication easier she set up a closed group on Facebook.
I was afraid to call into their house. You know that classic Fawlty Tower's episode
Don't mention the war.
When there is something you're not to mention, it's the first thing to come out of your mouth.
And I didn't want to be the one to let the cat out of the bag. I'd never be let live it down.

Last weekend Jacqueline and Michael headed away for a break. Jacqueline couldn't get connected to the hotel's WiFi, so Michael took her phone to sort it out.
Sure enough he got connected straight way, took one look at the screen shot that appeared and asked her
"What's this "Michael's Surprise Party" that everyone is commenting on???

So that is why I have no problem saying today
"I'm really looking forward to your surprise party tomorrow night, Michael" :)

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Milking it!

You know you have been friends, like FOREVER, when you meet up in Kilkenny for a night on the town, only to discover that the three of you are wearing the same outfit of a blue top and white trousers! Fashion etiquette would say that two of us should have changed immediately but true friendship said
"We look HILARIOUS. Let's go!"
We had a brilliant night's dancing in Matt the Miller's. At around 2 am they announced that the bar was closing.It was then that our ahem, maturity kicked in.
Years ago when we were out, this news would have sent us clambering to get a final round in.
True to form Lorna still made a beeline to the bar and returned several minutes later with.....a glass of milk!
"What's that for?" we asked in surprise.
"We've no milk in the room to make a cup of tea before we go to bed", she replied.
And we all thought that was the best idea EVER.

To add to our more mature status we had no problem getting past security at the door with our potential dangerous item, namely the glass.
When we explained nicely what it was for, they calmly sent us on our way with a gentle
"Enjoy our cuppa, ladies!"
And do you know what, it was a lifesaver! Hangovers averted. If only we had known that when we were younger.
Youth is definitely wasted on the young!

Monday, July 17, 2017

Sun Salutations

What better way to start a glorious sunny day than with a little outdoor yoga?
Off I headed to Belvedere House and Gardens this morning with my mat tucked firmly under my armpit.

It really was a very sensuous  experience!
The feeling of the grass beneath my feet as I "rooted myself to the ground"
On Fiona's instruction.



The sounds of the birds and bees
Now stop it,actual birds and bees  
as I lay on the mat, meditating.

The warmth of the sun on my face as I struggled to come back to reality from my totally relaxed/comatosed state at the end of class.

I can't recommend it enough, especially if you want to find your inner warrior, cobra or downward dog!!


 Trying to look like I actually know what I'm doing!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

I TAWT I TAW A PUDDY TAT!

I HATE BIRDS!
It's no secret that I freak out anytime there is one of their species in my vicinity. I am terrified of their beady little eyes, their sharp beaks and their talon like claws.
And yes, that description applies to "cute" little robins too!
I could never wear anything with feathers on it, hell, I can't wear anything with even a PRINT of a bird on it.
I would be quite happy if they were wiped off the face of this planet, though I guess that would feck up the food chain, big time!
Every summer since I've moved into my house there has been an occupied nest in the corner of my garden. I allow this new family to hatch out and grow up, on condition that they don't come anywhere near my house and promptly move out once they've learned to fly.
So why is it, that despite this burning hatred for them, have I been spending the last few days chasing away my neighbours cats from my garden?
It appears the fledglings are ready to fly the nest and the cats have set up a stakeout relay in the hope of pouncing on a slow learner!


Okay, so I want all birds to disappear but I don't want them to do so in the jaws of an already fat predator.
Is that a paradox or an oxymoron???
So every ten minutes or so I've had to go out to run away the cats. Though technically, seeing as the white one only has three legs, it hopped away rather than ran!

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Going crackers

Here is a picture of today's lunch.

Smoked salmon and dill mayonnaise on three crispbreads.

It was very tasty but I know I am going to have to get more inventive with my toppings. After all I have about six months of Carr's crispbreads and crackers to get through after getting this fabulous hamper for being a member of the audience on the Miriam O'Callaghan show last Saturday night!

Monday, July 10, 2017

Rules are made to be broken

One of my summer rules is to not spend more than an hour watching television on fine summer evenings. So why was that on my first official day's holiday I was plonked on my couch, unable to move, for 4 hours 47 mins? Well it was because of this man.

Anyone who knows anything about me, knows that I have always been a HUGE Nadal fan.Not only is he one of the greatest tennis player, nay sportsperson of all times, he also is the epitome of sportsmanship both on and off the court.
Two years ago it was widely believed that his sports career was over. He was plagued by injury and withdrew from the circuit. If he had retired there and then everyone would have understood and applauded his amazing career.
But his hunger for the game was still there and he came back this year bigger and better.
Who can forget that historic final against Federrer in The Australian Open in January.Then he had his unrivaled TENTH win at the French Open last month.
He returned to Wimbledon this year in the best form of his career. It was thought that he could go the whole way again.
My hopes were dashed today when he went two sets down against Muller. But he fought back to win the next two sets to bring it to the deciding one. As there is no tie break in a final set neither of them could break the others serve for a mammoth 37 games. Nadal saved four match points. However he couldn't save the fifth and so bowed out of the tournament after 4 hours 47 minutes.
Ever gracious, even in defeat he stopped to sign autographs as he left centre court.

He's still my hero!
And because of him I missed out on my dinner and my cycle today!
Ah well, tomorrow is another day!