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I'm leaving for the Aran Islands tomorrow, and thus will be incomunicado until I return Friday. I shall try to fulfil a bit of my fanfic responsibilities by writing some of chapter 13 of "A Pirate's Life" while I'm there, though.
Today was the day of the big Cork vs. Kilkenny hurling match (hurling is sort of like the unholy Irish lovechild of baseball and lacross). Cork lost, sadly, but they managed a comeback near the end of the second half, so they only lost by a respectable three points instead of the humiliating huge point margin that it looked like they were going to lose with during the first half. The Cork team's colour is red, and their name is "The Rebels," which made me wish that I'd had some item of apparel with a Confederate battle flag on it to wear today when everyone in Cork turned out in team colours and "Up the Rebels" jerseys. Some of the spectators in the stadium (we watched the game on TV) actually did have a giant stars & bars that they were waving at one point during the match (presumably it's not such a loaded and politically incorrect symbol here), so someone else made the same mental connection I did.
*grins* Seeing that flag made me feel at home, as did walking by the river today in the rare and precious sunlight, smelling the water and listening to the seagulls and feeling the unsual warmth and humidity. So I went to Dominos and ordered piza for dinner. Hey, it's the first expensive dinner I've bought here--I figure I can afford to do that a least every couple of weeks without breaking my budget. Those black-leather-with-flames-on boots in the window of the shoe store on Patrick street that are growing more tempting every day may pose a greater financial threat soon, though.
Today was the day of the big Cork vs. Kilkenny hurling match (hurling is sort of like the unholy Irish lovechild of baseball and lacross). Cork lost, sadly, but they managed a comeback near the end of the second half, so they only lost by a respectable three points instead of the humiliating huge point margin that it looked like they were going to lose with during the first half. The Cork team's colour is red, and their name is "The Rebels," which made me wish that I'd had some item of apparel with a Confederate battle flag on it to wear today when everyone in Cork turned out in team colours and "Up the Rebels" jerseys. Some of the spectators in the stadium (we watched the game on TV) actually did have a giant stars & bars that they were waving at one point during the match (presumably it's not such a loaded and politically incorrect symbol here), so someone else made the same mental connection I did.
*grins* Seeing that flag made me feel at home, as did walking by the river today in the rare and precious sunlight, smelling the water and listening to the seagulls and feeling the unsual warmth and humidity. So I went to Dominos and ordered piza for dinner. Hey, it's the first expensive dinner I've bought here--I figure I can afford to do that a least every couple of weeks without breaking my budget. Those black-leather-with-flames-on boots in the window of the shoe store on Patrick street that are growing more tempting every day may pose a greater financial threat soon, though.