Ha ha, I’m writing when I should be reading my book… naughty.
Do you really want to hear about the exciting things that I did today? Well, perhaps exciting to me, but not to you. Is sewing a corded petticoat and talking to the perfect old lady (and a true lady she is!) and listening to her life stories, from the time she married her high-school sweetheart, to wanting to move out of Butte, Montana, to when they moved to our county, to her fight against cancer, to the remembrances of her husband, exciting?
My teacher, Miss Em, is pretty much determined that I shall have my costume by our big Coloma celebration so have it I shall, but I still have so far to go! However, through the yards of fabric, I think that I can see an end, an end to which I must pour many hours blood and sweat. My dreams are going to filled with the buzzing of the sewing machine and pins and needles.
I’m going to make an Irish cloak, too.
Talking about Irish things, I’m sitting here listening to Irish Resistance songs, while also reading about the riots in Dublin. Things are crazy there, I wish that the English had kept their hands off this emerald isle. There is no way that anything in Ireland is going to be resolved by riots, or murders or violence.
I wish also that the skys would open up and bless this earth with rain. The dust has crept even in through our windows and into our throats and eyes and onto our shelves. Our car truly was a green monster, covered in layer after layer of dust; it is literally coated on every time we drive down our dirveway. So I washed it. Interestingly enough I have little experience with car washing. First I rinsed it all off, then I soaped it up with car wash solution, and then rinsed it off again, and then, quicker than a wink, dryed it so that it wouldn’t leave streaks The windows were taken care of with windex, water and a squegee. Don’t worry, in a few more days it will be just as dirty again, I’ll enjoy it squeaky cleanliness while I can.
Now, I must go enjoy reading Charles Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities, sappy heroine and all.
Éireann go Brách!
Coram Deo~Graciebird
(p.s. Has any one ever heard an Irish rocky version, bagpipes included, of Amazing Grace before? I hadn’t either until I got this particular verion of Amazing Grace. 
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