17/3/08: St.Patrick's day

Here doing nothing special, catching up on reading, finally getting around to adding onto this blog, and cursing eircom for keeping me only on shitty dialup, which currently is down due to a faulty line. Will we ever get broadband?? Its actually a beautiful day. Saturday we drove to clare, which I'm sure is beautiful without the ever present torrential rain and heavy, angry and laden skies. We ended up in a pub in a town called mountshannon, where I'd a great sea food meal (the sheer excitement in my life never ends!) beside a great roaring log fire. The owner told us that dolores mcnamara (the BIG lottery millionaire) lives nearby.Yesterday, we went to emo house, which would be perfect to revisit in summer or autumn, when the colours are there. It would be a great place for a picnic, or even to read a book in the vast grounds. Have van, will travel! My brother's bosses wife really saved my marbles this net free weekend, by giving me the manuscript to her autobiography. I loved it. She's a scottish ex nun, who spent nineteen years in various african countries. I thank her for letting me have a front row seat to her life experiences, be they good or bad. Some of the things she witnessed would have sent many a lesser person into a looney bin, or a lifetime on drugs and in therapy, but she seems to be coping fine. She is now happily married, and a reiki practitioner. I must get my act together and avail of reiki. I now consider organized religious material to be mental poison (especially if thats all you read).

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