"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have become something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr

"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life."
Hilary Mantel

Saturday, March 17, 2007

St. Patrick's Day

These are some stoic sheep and lambs I met one spring morning at Dunbeg, when last I visited the Dingle Peninsula in the West, a lovely stretch of mountains and rugged coast at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. Don't you love the way the lamb perches on its mum's back?

I do believe the grass there is the greenest in all Ireland. We keep returning, just to make sure.

I'd give a shout out to my Irish ancestors, from the Republic and what is now Northern Ireland, but it would take up a lot of space. I'll spare you.

In stark contrast to the scene above, our St. Patrick's Day is white, not green. The Lodge received upwards of a foot of snow, topped by an icy crust of sleet. It's hard to tell exactly how much snow accumulated here, the wind blew it around a lot. But the Chap, who has been out there shovelling and snowblowing, provided the estimate.

I've just checked the call-in number for the dog transport. Despite encountering what must have been some hellatious weather in the mid-Atlantic and Southern New England, the driver is only running about 15 to 20 minutes behind schedule.

More later, perhaps.

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