Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Stale sandwiches

He called today. Sounded upbeat.

"Mom, could you send me some food?"

"Food? You want me to mail you food from 3,000 miles away?"

"Yes, please. I'll be out of food in two days and I don't get paid until next week."


Gawd, it's hard to be hard. Hearted, that is. I'm bad at it.


Sunday, April 09, 2006

Sympathy and other pains

OMG, I just got up and I think I am better today. My voice no longer sounds like an 82-year-old woman in a nursing home with days left to live, I can walk from the bedroom to the kitchen without needing to rest, and NOTHING HURTS. Well, except my ribs from being in bed for so long, but my skin doesn't hurt, my head doesn't hurt, and by golly, I'm almost brave enough to try looking outside at the sunshine. Yippee! It's good to be alive.

I notice this morning, as I'm looking at how old-lady my skin looks from virtually no nourishment other than cough syrup for four days, that I have a small, round, tidy blood blister in the inner crook of my right elbow. Which must be left over from the last time I had blood drawn, which was last fall. Blame the lack of noticing until now on long sleeves for the winter, I guess. Either that or being too busy to notice my own skin. Ahem.

"Pretty ironic," I tell Hub. "Anyone who doesn't know me is going to think I'm a heroin addict."

"Tell them it's a sympathy mark," he replies.

Indeed. A pang of longing for my distant son washes over me. I touch the little black period in my elbow and suddenly I hope it doesn't go away.


Friday, April 07, 2006

Ireland pics

We're back home -- got in Monday night, and I promptly got whacked Tuesday with a horrid case of flu/bronchitis. So I'm still down, and counting this among the worst sicknesses I've had in terms of feeling just utterly awful. So I'll keep this short.

Ireland was beautiful. We were mostly there to work, so only had bits and pieces of time to explore, but it was great when we did. A few of the many, many gorgeous vistas we ran across as we made our way from Dublin to Killarney:

(Sorry for the weird text formatting - I don't feel well enough to figure out why and fix it. Please excuse!)

Exactly the width of one small car. Tons of roads like this, even through the mountains.

The rugged coastline of soutwestern Ireland. I wasn't expecting this kind of stunning vistas.

Sheep, sheep, and more sheep. This was another time we got lost, and ended up in Glendalough, a gorgeous spot.

Every town looked like this: colorful, tiny, and steep. Totally enchanting, but a bit nervewracking to drive through.

See those gray lines down by the water? Rock walls. Everywhere, all over the island, making a stunning patchwork of pastures.