bubblification

Early in the morning on a quiet bank holiday Saturday, and it’s so silent and so dead in here. The quiet is soothing, church-like because of the high ceilings and large tile and glass emptiness of the showrooms. The problem with that is this stillness, when you get lulled into it, it’s difficult to summon up the happy bubbly stuff needed for meeting members of the public and selling them cars. I’ll draw my bubbly inspiration today from the knowledge that I’m off from four this evening til nine on Tuesday. There’s a lot of happy bubbly to be gleaned from that.

I don’t know what we’ll do for the weekend. We did the cavan thing last weekend, and with the cats I think one night alone the odd time is no harm, but twice in a week isn’t fair. Bringing them with us, with the amount of knick-knacks and precious things in the wee house, would be a headache at the very least.

We have high hopes for tomorrow to be hot and sunny. If it is then a long drive is on the cards. Maybe Achill, maybe up into Donegal, get up early, make a picnic, fill the flasks and hit the road with all our favourite cds, sharing the driving there and back. Actually, that sounds like an excellent plan. We can put our little cooler bag and gel freezer packs to use. I got to use my new plastic ice cube jobbies that I bought in Woolworths in my Martini last night . Martini, with apple and mint juice (from the Polish isle in the supermarket, my god but they do good juice in Poland), is heavenly. They’re actually quite tasteful little ice cube things, half of them a lovely fresh pale blue, the others a juicy apple red colour. They look well in our new coloured glasses, obviously I picked the green one last night. It’s the little things, ay?

I love that the air conditioning has been turned off, it’s so much less stressful not to have that constant grating whirring behind me. It feels like the knots in my brain that are usually all tightened up are all loosening and unfurling as the lack of constant noise registers more deeply by the minute. I’m very sensitive to noise, like my mother, like Benny, we all of us feel harassed in buzzy-noisy surroundings. I can do crowd noise, out doors, and I can revel in music noise at a concert etc. but the monotonous drone of machinery, yuck.

I’m going to post this before I get caught again - started it at half ten, and only getting back to it now at 13:26! Not so quiet anymore