They call it the Emerald Isle because it's so green. It's so green because of the rain!
Sat here listening to the raindrops spattering against the window and drumming on the roof (it's better than the crows), reminds me of times spent walking in the rain with my phone pressed tight to my ear. My head tilted to try to keep my phone dry.
Some people walk in the rain; others just get wet.
Here's to walking in the rain.
I think I need to booby-trap my roof. No, really. I'm assuming it's crows or whatever the Hell the big, black smart-ass birds around Cork are. They don't walk like other birds, they kind of lollop along. When they do that on my roof it sounds like the approaching apocalypse. Barbed wire, or maybe some of these.
Should I be washing up? Or learning how to prune a Bonsai? Probably, rather than subjecting you good people to this witless prattle. To be honest, I was a little shaken (but not stirred) on the way home this evening. I noticed that the ringing in my ears was back again and spent most of the walk looking down at the pavement wondering how icy it'd be in four or five months. No matter. I have the pedestrian equivalent of crampons, for when I need them. I'd just be nice not to be quite so wary of the sound of silence, though. It's louder then.
I had a little spell of enjoying the sunshine this evening. It lasted for as long as I was walking the shade. Sunshine is one of those things that's very nice to watch but I don't necessarily want to get involved in it. Unless it's very early in the morning. The sun is still shy then, rather than brash and overbearing the way it gets later in the day. Sunshine in the summer is like that friend we've all had who is great company for a while but just wears you down after a time.
I know that it appears that I've complained about snow and ice in one paragraph and then about the sun in the next. None of this is by way of a complaint. Whatever the weather does, I'd far rather be here to feel it on my skin than rush to the alternative.
It's getting late so I guess I should try settling down. On the buses to and from work this week so I have a fairly early start facing me. Now if only I could find the off switch for my mind...
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If you see this, please disregard.
Thank you muchly.
I need a haircut. It's got to the stage that it's starting to bug me. Yes, I can tie it back but that's not always comfortable and then there's the whole "coming loose from the hair tie and looking stupid" thing, that my hair does so well. I need to trim my beard as well but that's going to happen any minute when I go for a shower.
I really don't have that much to say here tonight. I worked on Saturday, having swapped it for last Monday. The Monday was totally worth it as I was able pamper my pretty girl while she got used to being back from Cape Town. Working Saturday was okay as it was fairly quiet in the building. I got a bunch of stuff done that I hadn't been able to get done during the week. I'm probably going to go in early a few mornings this week to get a start on things before other things crop up during the day.
I'll be making my own way in for most of the next two weeks - herself is on holiday so I'll be on the buses. If I wanted I could get a 5.40 bus and be in the office by 6. I might for a couple of days just to make the point that I can, having fallen foul of someone I used to work for, for being in too early. Never before have been told off for spending too long at work! Crazy.
I can't see that happening tomorrow morning, though. Maybe aim to be in for 7 as it's going to be another busy week. For now, it's the aforementioned beard trim and shower. And then bed.
