Happy Halloween! I cannot BELIEVE that it is almost November already. Where DID the time go?

Is everyone safe and drying out from the hurricane? Power on? Yarn stash dry? Trees near to dwelling places still standing?

The library was closed Monday and Tuesday from the storm. I am sure there were a bunch of people who showed up anyway and wondered why in the world we were closed. Humans are a weird species. (Seriously, why would you go outside? Did you not understand it was a hurricane?)

So my Orioles were knocked out in the Division round of the playoffs, which is sad. (@#$% stinkin' Yankees) But it was an awesome ride just to GET to the playoffs, so I can't bring myself to be disappointed this year. And three of my Birds won Gold Gloves, which is really cool!

Books currently reading: *All Roads Lead to Austen,* by Amy Elizabeth Smith and *The Alchemyst,* by Michael Scott.

Current Knitting Projects: Java Socks and Queen of the Wood shawl.

This, That, and Some Other

I cannot believe it is OCTOBER already. Really. Where did the time go? I could have sworn that SRP just ended, and school just started. Huh.

If it is October (and apparently it is), then why is it raining outside? Pouring, actually. I thought October was for blue skies.

I don't mind that it's October, though. Because October is my favorite month of the year. And because I'm still high over this past weekend. Since THIS is what I was doing:



The Orioles have a winning record and are going to the playoffs this year for the first time since I was in high school. Yeah. I'm still pretty high over it. No matter how far they GO in the playoffs, this has been one sweet ride, and I will enjoy every minute of it.

However, it would be nice if the BoSox could get their rears in gear and actually win their next two games so that the O's have a shot at winning the division rather than just the Wild Card. So, Marcie and Jen? If you could let them know that, that'd be great.

Random on a Monday

1. For the record, I have absolutely no idea what's up with my formatting. I don't know why it is the way it is (nor do have any idea how to fix it).

2. CCS deserves to die a long, slow, drawn-out, protracted, painful death. Another night like last night, and all I shall ask for will be a jury of my peers.

3. I need another Nevis cardigan.

4. The maple trees have started to turn!

5. What's the best way to care for an African violet?

6. !@#$ soulless Yankees.

Yay!!

School starts today.

Bliss! Joy! Happy dance!

To quote Bruce Springsteen: Summer's [still] here, and the time is right to go dancing in the street.

Join me won't you? SCHOOL STARTS TODAY!

A Day Late and a Dollar Short, But...

It's been a year. Flanny, I hope you found the peace you were looking for that you never found in life. Rest in peace. You are missed.

Don't Tell Me What To Do

(With apologies to Pam Tillis.)

This disturbs me. And I mean, REALLY PISSES ME OFF.

Seriously. EVERY woman who feels this way should be troubled?

This isn't about Obama versus Romney, or abortion, or Planned Parenthood. This isn't even about mudslinging political ads.

No, this is about a campaign insisting that because I am a woman who cares about her body, I should automatically feel a certain way.

So here's a newsflash for all those people out there who somehow believe that just because I AM A WOMAN, I should automatically support stuff like Planned Parenthood and Roe v. Wade:

Any support that I may or may not have for PP or RVW is not contingent on what organs are between my legs. If I'm capable of making my own decisions regarding the care of my body, then you can be darn sure I'm capable of making up my own mind regarding PP, RVW, AND the presidential race.

Don't tell me what should trouble me. You can give me facts all you want, but in the end, it's still MY decision what to believe and what should disturb me.

DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.

This morning, we are one more.

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My friend M gave birth yesterday to an absolutely beautiful baby girl. From what I hear, both Mom and Daughter are both doing well.

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We are one more. Praise God.

In Which My Laziness is Discovered...

So....it's been I while since I've posted, but I thought it might be fun to show you all how St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in Dublin. Yeah...three and a half months late. Prior to me going over, I was informed that St. Patrick's Day was not a big thing in Ireland. That it was completely different than it is over here -- much more of a religious thing.

Well.



I was informed incorrectly. Those were all people standing across the street from me during the parade.

The bagpipers.


The army.


A float answering the question how a rainbow is formed.


These people were talking about the ocean -- I forget the exact question they were answering.


This band was playing "Thriller"


This group was answering the question of how if the world is spinning, why we don't fall off.


This group had something to do with dreams.


This band was playing "Sweet Caroline." I started singing along with them, but discovered that nobody in Ireland knows it.


I forget what this group was all about.


The River Liffey, which they do NOT dye green. The locals were appalled when we explained about the Chicago and the Charles Rivers.


The view up the river.


Christ Church Cathedral in the old city.


St Patrick's Cathedral, also in the old city. Jonathan Swift was dean here.


In the park where St. Patrick's is located is a peace garden.


Dublin Castle


On the other side of the river was another peace garden, this one dedicated to all the people who died in the name of Irish freedom.


And after that, it was back to the hotel for the night. The cabbie teased me for spending the night inside instead of out on the town, but it was cold, so I was glad to be back for the evening.

Next post, Trinity College!

Galway -- Part 2

So after Inis Mor, we took the ferry back to Galway for the night. Friday, we were planning on taking the train back to Dublin, but first, we decided to traipse around Galway some more. Here is the view from our hotel room:



Galway Cathedral was within walking distance of Eyre Square, so we decided to walk around there for a little while.



During the week, the cathedral uses its parking lot as a municipal lot for people working in the city, so as we walked around, we saw many vehicles driving in and out of the lot. There was a mass going on at the time we were there, so we did not go in.



The rose window...


The cathedral from across the street.


A couple of neat views of the older parts of Galway in the area around the cathedral.


And another


And another


This was a neat little shop in old town Galway. It sold yarn, and you know how Earthling and I can't just go past a yarn store and not stop.


Then, it was back to the train station to take the train back to Dublin. Some views from the train:


A view with sheep!


Another view


One of the smaller towns we passed through


This was just a picture I took because I wanted to get a picture of Gaelic writing. Ireland is officially bilingual, and everything, including the signage on the train, is in Irish and English.


And then, we arrived safely back in Dublin and decided to call it a day back at the hotel. We actually made it back to our hotel without getting lost -- not a small matter, as it involved taking the bus in the dark through unfamiliar neighborhoods.

A special thanks to the lovely local woman who helped us out. Next posting: St. Patrick's Day!!

In Memoriam

It's Memorial Day. Take some time today to remember everyone who gave their lives for this country in the name of freedom. We can never thank them enough. Never Forget.

Inis Mor

The Aran Isles are three islands off the west coast of Ireland, known for fishing and tourism. Inis Mor is the largest of the three, and Earthling and I spent the night in Kilronan, which is the largest ... evidence of civilization is probably the best way to describe it. This was our B&B, which had absolutely scrumptious scrambled eggs and really comfy beds. Probably by best night's sleep during the entire stay in Ireland was here.

This is Guinness, who liked to greet all the guests at the B&B. Our best guess was that he was part Corgi and part something else.

Some views from the B&B:

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After breakfast, Earthling and I took a walk along the coast of the island.

There was an artist hostel down this road.

We saw cows...

Some spectacular scenery...

Some quaint farmhouses stereotypical of what I think of when I think of rural British countryside...

Some interesting ruins...

Some horses, who were all quite anxious to come over and say Hi...

Some goats.

There's apparently a seal colony on Inis Mor, but we weren't planning on staying long enough to see it.

After the walk along the coast, we trekked back to Kilronan for some shopping and lunch. The Aran Isles are most known for the creating of intricately patterned fisherman sweaters, and as such, the big tourism draw in Kilronan is the Aran Sweater Museum.

Earthling and I spent some significant time here, perusing the sweaters for sale. The theory of an Aran sweater states that each family has its own unique pattern, and that each individual stitch has a symbolic meaning. I've yet to hear conclusive evidence to that fact (I've actually heard some pretty hard evidence that points to the opposite), but it's a nice theory anyway, and the sweaters there were pretty. Earthling and I bought enough yarn there for sweaters. Lunch was at the pub across the street from the museum. I had Irish stew, which was nice on a raw, rainy day.

Some views of the harbor around Kilronan:

Another:

And another:

And another:

And another:

The ferry line that took us back to the mainland:

And then it was back to Galway after an eventful day.