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at least 85 are

watching the Irish

Open and talking

softly and I can’t

understand a word

of their Dublin

Brogue. The sky

finally settles down
from pink, blue

and 5o shades of
grey and I decide

to give up too and head for my electric blanket.

It’s on and the radiator is on and I say good night to Croagh

Patrick but he’s just sitting there black and mighty with soft

gray clouds wrapped around his head. I close the curtains and

tuck them in the window to keep them off the radiator.

Our hostess told us that the “Good Christians” make

pilgrimages up the slopes to the shrine partway up or else all

the way to the top (4 – 6 hour climb). She says even very old

people sometimes make the climb all the way to the top. M and

I decide to pass on that. After a shower which was the best one
I’d had with both hot water and water pressure, I crawl into

bed.

The blanket is toasty warm. What more could I want? My man

of course but he is very far away. I decide to think of other

things like my room décor – very masculine with big walnut
bed and chest and forest green walls. I think of how the Irish

use different expressions – Take away instead of carry out; dual

carriage way for two way traffic; petrol station for gas station;

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