I Love You, Always Will ‘I love you,’ I told Julian as he scooped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder, heading out the door. ‘I love you,’ he said, matter-of-factly, ‘Always will.’ I walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye, and bade him safe travels on…
This past Wednesday, I left the house just after 7AM in order to be able to report for jury duty promptly at 8:30AM at Quincy District Courthouse. I left the courthouse that day around 4:30PM, sharing handshakes, well wishes, and gratitude with the other six members of the jury of which…
Two months (and one day) after we returned home, I wanted to write down some final reflections of our trip. I’m delayed, yes. But I’m also doing this for myself, so being on time matters less. This will be question-and-answer style—the questions that I asked Daddy as we mused over…
Back in Dublin. It’s novel to be taking pictures of cityscapes, not landscapes. Yesterday we went to knock off the two things we wanted to see in Dublin: Dublin Castle and the Trinity College Library. But we didn’t get to either of those yesterday. Instead we went to the old…
Well, I wasn’t going to post tonight, which is why I didn’t have my camera, which is why you’ll forgive me these pictures. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I answered Daddy, staring into the night sky, forgetting whatever our topic of conversation was. ‘It looks likes flames.’ ‘Yeah, it does,…
Wicklow is called the Garden of Ireland. By colonists, who usurped the land from its Irish inhabitants and refused to give it back for centuries, or ever. (The Irish make light of their subjugated past now, but even this good-naturedness helps me to sympathise with fomenting dissent. There’s this quintessentially…
On our way from Kinsale to Wicklow today, we stopped at the Rock of Cashel. The Rock is a mass of stone piled systematically atop a hill in order to form a habitation. It was a castle where kings lived until the thirteenth century or so, when it was repurposed…
O, colourful Kinsale. I started this post yesterday, but stopped when I realised that no post about Kinsale could be complete without dozens of pictures of colour-saturated stucco. I probably should have taken pictures of more monuments and landmarks, but no matter. Enjoy. (Maybe that gallery worked? I blame PHP…
Meant to post this last night obviously, but had reached the end of my patience with wandering for Wifi. Well, the Wifi’s not great in the room we’re in, so I’ll leave with the fact that we made it to Kinsale. Interestingly, we both separately were desirous of visiting this…
Today I almost killed Daddy. Not intentionally, mind you! And I did very seriously consider alternatives in order to guarantee his safety. It all started innocently enough. We breakfasted at our usual hour. We drove into town. We rented bikes. We headed to Reen Pier at Ross Castle. We boarded…
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