Galway

13 degrees celsius, raining and a wicked wind. But who the heck cares? I was in IRELAND! No kids, no husband. A solo holiday with my dear friends the Professors (they both teach at the National University of Ireland, NUI).

I'm Baaack!

A glass of Guiness at Sheridan's Pub. Just a teaser.

I'm headin' on a jet plane...

Yes, I'm leaving today for 9 days in sunny Ireland. What's that? You say it's not sunny in Ireland? Apparently I've been misinformed.

Nevertheless, gentle readers, I'll be gone for a while. To tide you over, a flying haiku.

Blackest black crow flies
In crowded skies wandering
Remarked from below

See you soon!

My Girly Girl

Ponchos. Ugh. No one who lived through the 70's should be forced to make a poncho. Somewhere in a thrift store there lurks the angry orange poncho my mother knit for me when I was 11. I loved that thing, save for the fact that there were no arm holes and every time I wanted to, say, use my arms the front would flap up over my face, blinding me, which sort of negated the whole "I'm cool because I'm wearing a poncho" effect.


But when your little brewer asks for one and looks at you with those big, big eyes and says her favorite color in the WHOLE WORLD is purple (at least today it is), how could I refuse?