Six days since my last post, that has to be one of the longest gaps since I started. I feel sorry in so much as I like to provide some daily amusement for the lovely people I know to be reading, but I’ve been enjoying swimming around in my head with no urge to externalise it lately. I’ve also been working six days for the last three weeks and it’s taking me ages to adjust to the extra hours. This week I’m on holidays though – WWWWWWOOOOOWHOOOOO!

We’re going to do Enniskillen today, and I’ll hopefully be coming home with the little trolley I mentioned a while back, we managed to reserve it anyway, so fingers crossed there’s no silliness.

Tomorrow, or Tuesday, we’re going to go on a day trip to Dublin on the train (straight into the city centre, not woefully more expensive than the car, and oh so much more pleasant and adventure-like). I’m in search of Tempeh (which I hear they have in a shop called Nourish), Benny will be in search of books, also, I’ll be trying to get him to get another pair of Merrells, the current ones, while still in incredibly good nick are the only thing I ever see on his feet, and frankly, I’m bored.

I’m hoping to go to an exhibition, or just to the National Museum – oh wait, I wanted to go to the Chester Beatty to show Benny – they have wonderful Asian art work (or was that just an exhibition I saw there?)…google… they do, but they aren’t open on Mondays, hmm. I got myself all worked up into wanting to go tomorrow. Think on Lou.

Some other day we’re hoping to go up to Derry, but I suppose that depends somewhat on how much we spend in Dublin. Whatever way, there’ll be a picnic/long drive day and I’m planning on bringing the camera.

Anyway, it’s 11:52 so that means I have 8 minutes to finish me sangurch and get on the road. Argos and Asda open at 13:00 and we’re planning on being super-efficient and getting home asap.

Right-oh. If I do get my trolly I may well take a piccy later

Happy weekend all, x

Delicious salad for dinner today, take a packet of rocket or your favourite leaves, top with toasted sesame, sunflower and pumkin seeds, chopped toasted walnut, shredded carrot, teriyaki-marinated lightly fried tofu cubes, sliced red onion, sliced tomato and a dressing of Crème fraîche, Mirin, agave syrup (or honey), a little water to loosen it and a little pepper (you probably wont need salt on account of the teriyaki). Serve with crusty bread or a naan or whatever bready thing you like. It truly hit the spot – salty, dark, fresh, creamy and sweet – mmmm.

Life is good otherwise. Visited my parents at the weekend, still working extra hours and will be until next week which I have off. Bought a gorgeous new recipe book The Bean Book by Rose Elliot – I love cooking with beans and lentils (or at least thinking about it) and this has all those homely soup recipes and fabby old-school hippy lentil loaves (which I can use some of my lovely new dishes I bought a few weeks back for, yippee!).

I was thinking today, in the bathroom, where else, about how tiredness effects everything in it’s own ways. I realise now that tiredness was a large part of why I was so mopey in my home life while I was in the sales job. When I’m tired I find everything a chore, right down to simple things like stopping for the minute or two it takes to use a body moisturiser after a shower – so many simple things get shorn away in my one-track-mind pursuit of completing the mental list of things to do and making it to the couch asap. The horrible thing is I don’t even like sitting on the couch that much – but when I’m tired the appeal of sitting and gaping and thinking little takes over. Again though, I don’t actually like doing that – so it must just be habit, or the only alternative I can think of when I find even thinking of something to do difficult. It’s like my brain gets heavy and spongy and lifting the iron veil to pick out a useful thought isn’t possible for the weakened muscle of my thought-machine after too long of not quite enough sleep.

Not that it is a thought machine. Or is it. Or what. Ugh.

I did meditate though, at least that. Not a long one, but every day seems to be the best in terms of focus.

I need to do some spring cleaning on this blog, I’m sick of the look of it. I think I’m going to go back to the old header, the bridge from Russia. Or something just to update it to now. Also, the other blog, I think I’m going to follow Kate’s lead and use a permanent password for all the posts so that I can talk about Buddhist things and so on. Not that I need to keep them secret, but I find myself still censoring away while I’m writing (however long ago that was) and it’s putting me off doing it.

So now. Time to go back to reading my Bean Book. Mmm. Cheap’n'tasty.

I’m fine, busy, preoccupied, not forgetting my internet friends, feeling guilty for not posting, all of that…

Talk soon, take care, x

So tired. First time in six months I’ve worked a six day week, first time in six months I’ve worked full time hours….Not complaining, I swear, just tired!
Hugs for all, x

Quick, totally random question, do any of you have a story about a rainbow you saw that you’d like to share? Even just the last one you saw, my mind is full of rainbows lately

One, just one of the many reasons I haven’t been talking an awful lot lately, and probably a reason to be writing, in hopes of cheering someone else up, is this whole recession malarky.

Every evening I come in from work and we put on the news while we eat our dinner. Every morning I wake up to the news while eating my brekkie. Last thing at night I end up listening to/watching Vincent Browne or Questions and Answers or whatever, more news and fighting and bollox basically. This is probably too much exposure, particularly for someone like me who finds it so hard to think about (much as I can psycho-analyse and Buddhify it all into understanding) the petty motivations and ignorance that pays itself salaries of upwards of twenty times what I earn. I don’t say that out of jealousy, I just don’t think anyone needs €300,000 a year.

Sorry, I can’t even make sense talking about this tonight. I simply do not have the heart to find the perfect words to sum up how I feel about. Essentially though, I’m not surprised by any of it and the pain that clouds my thinking, like waves which I mostly manage to soothe, is for the people who this unfairness effects the most. For the inequality. It’s a conflict, I understand the way it all works, but it still hurts.

Oi. Well, I suppose at least we don’t hang people in the square anymore.

This picture makes me happy though. A nuclear explosion of a clear white-gold sun broke out under a blanket of neon white snow-clouds, nestled on a strip of fizzing, zinging, laser-beam cobalt-sky. It was breathtaking to the point of dizziness and although the mobile phone camera can only do so much, it’s enough to bring me back there and give me a little tingle.

Ha, I just realised, I did my usual memory thing of flipping it upside down/backwards. Perhaps I simply mixed it with a memory from earlier that day. Funny thing the mind. Or someth..

No snow in Sligo. I must admit with the amount of driving on country roads I have to do to get to work, I’m sort of happy about it. The skies are no less dramatic for the lack of snow, huge burning orange red sunsets on faded-memory pastel clouds. And it’s bright when I drive home from work at five!

I have extra hours in work at the moment.

Sorry, the TV is screaming and I need sleep. But if I didn’t post, well, I wanted to post. Laziness must not be allowed to rule totally, though it’s not really all laziness that’s stopping me from posting.

Night all, x

Thanks to Kate and Gordo for this miserable, but fun, excuse for a blog entry:  !

Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just returned from my daily swim on the beautiful Fijian beach and realised I have not updated this since Paris Hilton was in jail… You would not believe my anguish at my misdoings. I hope they bring chocolate!.

I am flat out like a lizard drinking with an awfully big adventure, soaking in the tub, just generally being a Darling to society in general, my day is a magical flight from 8am to midnight. I am happy with that. I wish you could be here to share it.

I hope that one day I will write something that makes sense soon. Well, I’ll try. Cats if you don’t..

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