Tag: another great adventure 2014

It’s Friday, so It Must Be Merry Olde


London sky as a portrait of life.

Despite a delayed takeoff
and a delayed landing
and yet another lengthy delay caused by the tour guide not being at the airport to meet us,
we find ourselves in London today.
In the few hours of daylight we had left after all the delays,
we packed in plenty of steps and sightseeing.


We walked to Kensington Gardens
where we walked a lap around
the heavily populated Round Pond,
home to big ducks


baby ducks


pretty ducks all in a row


and even a swan or two.


Got my Corgi fix in Kensington Gardens when Biscuit’s person let me pet him.




Got my flower fix when we strolled past the flower shop.






And I got my cloth fix
walking past the black-and-white tiled
steps and stoops.
Actually, this one is more like an itch than a fix.
Good thing I brought and bought some cloth.


To read from the beginning of this great adventure, click right this way.

The Alphabetical Dublin

Thursday, August 28. 2014.



Dublin has beautiful and varied Architecture.



Bicycles are a dominant means of transportation.


And today we had blue sky! (At least for about 15 minutes.)


(A makeshift C
because sometimes we have to take our C’s as we see them.
Created by cropping off half the opening to a sidewalk trashcan

then rotating it a bit.)



Happy birthday, Kipp!

YOU are our Captain America.



He’s a Rescued Dragon
brought home to live because the little girl
loved him at first sight
when they visited the home for Orphaned Dragons.
The fact that he has a heart condition
just makes her love him more
’cause blue is her favorite color.
He’s a scrappy thing, this Dragon.
though some might call it appreciative.



Eunice was bad to paint
after she’d had a Guinness
Or fourteen.



The night deposits are so Fancy here,
you just want to drop money in
as you pass by.



The tree of Gold, they call it.
(Sculpted in 1991 by Eamonn O’Doharty)



The older she got,
the more she realized
that staying Hidden
was not something imposed on her.
It was her choice.





Missing her empty nest,
in the worst possible way,
Inez put her hands on her hips
and told that boy of hers to clean the garage
so she could park in it again
then go find himself a job.



Then one fine morning,
she opened her window
and tossed out a bucket of red plant
and right about then,
the breeze happened along,
Just like she’d hoped it would . . .



Kirk simply didn’t have room for all that furniture,
so he repurposed it into music.



Because sometimes you need a Little help
after 26 pints.



Molly Malone was a feisty thing,
they say,
selling her fish in the street
to make a living.
Fish tale or no,
I like a self-reliant woman.
(Sculpted by Jeanne Rynhart. Cast by Dublin Art Foundry)



A knockoff Noah’s Ark, perhaps?



SOMEbody in Dublin needs this Otto dog we saw today.
I just know it.
And he needs you, too.
(I call all border collies Otto dogs
cause my granddog is a border collie
named Otto. But you knew that.)



Purple is Nancy’s favorite color
so that makes it my happy color.



As they approached the house,
he said, “I’ve told you umpteen times:
Quit leaving the light on inside.”
Something she heard both literally
and metaphorically.


(This is a DIY R)


Reflections happen,
sometimes when we least
expect them.



Because She loved ravens
as much as he despised them,
She Seriously considered following the directions
on the Sidewalk Sign.



“To Tell you The Truth,”
she said at The end of this day,
“I’m a little Weiry.”



What trip to Dublin is complete
without a little Ulysses?
James Joyce may have exiled himself,
but Dublin still loves and takes credit for him.



He might’ve worn that stupid little hat everywhere he went,
but she was Very glad he didn’t wear these.




EveryWhere We Went today,
We saW alphabets.



A possible case of Xanthocyanopsy?



When he installed those bolts and locks
and mounted the burglar alarm keypad outside the Yellow front door,
she knew her mama had been right all along.


I looked and looked,
but I couldn’t find a Z anywhere.
So, just the Ztory . . .
After another full day in Dublin,
i go to sleep tonight
remembering The Mad Hatter.
Not this one, of course,
the one in Underground Atlanta
where I met the man I’m traveling with some 41 years later.
(Oh, and that Mad Hatter, it wasn’t a haberdashery.)
ZZZZzzzzzz . . .


To read from takeoff, go here.
To read tomorrow, go here.

This . . . and Other Things

Wednesday, 27 Aug 2014.

Today I spied things you just don’t see everyday . . .


like an elephant in a windowsill


and a gargoyle fiercely guarding a heart


and the Dublin Garden of Remembrance


. . . where there’s more room for flowers
than people.


Today I saw a painting by Vasarely
(Lane, 1968),


something that made me laugh,


and The Engineer going beyond the end of the path.


Today I saw me,
snapping a selfie
in the Ladies Toilet
of the Ireland Museum of Modern Art.


delicious holes that let the light in.
(Or maybe I saw delicious light coming in through holes)



and tree roots that beckoned me to come, sit a spell
and conjure up some stories.


I saw bowls.
beautiful, colorful bowls


that thrill and delight
(once you get close enough and have a look inside)
and make me think of my nephew Drew
and the piece he gave me
called The Improbable Pot.
(They also make me think of people,
but we can talk about that another day.)




in an exhibit at the Ireland Museum of Modern Art,
This stone whispered to me:
Choose me, because I am
old . . .
(tho new to you.)
Because I can be a bullet
or a border
or a doorstop
or a tongue depressor
or a flower
a tombstone
or even a golf ball in a pinch.
I can hold napkins down
and tell a story
and break a window
and hold my worries for me.
I won’t ever tell secrets
or roll away when I say something it doesn’t like
or add inches to my waist
or make rude noises.
Choose me
because I don’t hold grudges
(I have no pocket for them)
or sing off key
or pass judgments.
Pssst. Choose me
because even though I have a tendency to
mirror the temperature of my surroundings,
I don’t ever try to be something I’m not.
That would be silly.(br>
So I chose this rock
for all these compelling reasons and one more:
I chose this rock because it has weathered storms
and hardships
of unimaginable proportions.
It has endured
and survived
and has had absolutely no choice about anything
yet it still doesn’t act like a victim.



And once today,
I saw what some people
see all the time.


Today I learned that . . .


The original Mr. Guinness signed a 9000 year lease
and had 21 children.
(I think I know why they sell so much ale.)


Jonathan Swift, who had an inner ear infection
diagnosed long after his demise,
wrote Gulliver’s Travels
(here at St. Patrick’s Cathedral)
not for children
but for adults.


the naked body resembles
a face
(Standing Nude by William Scott, 1954).


It was another good day
governed not by a to do list
but a see / feel / be list.


To start at the beginning of Another Great Adventure 2014 and read yourself current, go here.
To go forward to tomorrow, go here.

Things We Now Know, Things We Still Don’t Know

Tuesday, 26 Aug 2014

We now know that . . .





Dublin has doors that are to die for.



Guinness and a Jameison-and-7
make for a fine way to close out the day.


Dublin is home to faces in trees


and faces on the sidewalk.


Flowers being sold in stalls
in the middle of the street
is a fabulous thing to happen upon.



Jeanne’s arms need to be longer,
to snap better selfies.


There are (other) people who will
paint themselves from head to toe
and pretend to be somebody else
in public.


We now know what The Liffy looks like


what a snug is.
(It’s a small, closed-off room in a pub
reserved specially for the ladies.)
(Is, too. My new best friend Deidre
told me so. I’ll introduce you to her later.)





that Liberty of London fabrics exist.
It feels and drapes like silk,
but it’s 100% cotton.




(Jeanne and her new best friend, Deidre)


We still DON’T know . . .


what these marks stamped in the Dublin sidewalk mean


or how to solve this sidewalk mystery


or what this mark on the fence means


or what this Dublin nest is home to


Why this spring-with-a-handle looking thing is embedded in the sidewalk


or the name of this tiny little church.

or (and i have no photo of this one)
what we did to make us lucky enough to attract
the attention of Don, the Irish fella
who invited himself to sit with us
then engaged us in the most interesting conversation
of the philosophical variety.
He gave me his address as he took his leave to go to work,
asking if I’d send him the book I’m currently working on.



Oh, one more thing we DO know:

This, this right here is what we had today: Gaiety.


Signing off with something we haven’t seen for eons:


(Hint: It’s a television test pattern.)


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Wheels Up!

Monday, 25 Aug 2014.


It’s striking how much the sunrise looks like the sunset from this high up. I’d show you a picture to prove my point, except I can’t get my damn camera out of my new pink bag that’s under the seat in front of me in time to snap the sunset because the woman has her seat reclined to the maximum quarter inch allowed. We paid Delta $69 each for 3/4 inch more leg room . . . but we didn’t get it on account of an equipment change. How do I know? I asked the flight attendant. But not until we were in landing mode, knowing that I would spend the entire 8 hours worth of flight time fuming and feeling even more claustrophobic. “Will the extra fare we paid automatically be refunded to our credit card?” I asked.

“No. You’ll have to call a Delta agent at the one-eight-hundred number when we land,” she says.

This is ridiculous, and though it’s true to my experience with Delta, I remain hopeful that it’s untrue. I spent money texting my sister (a Delta gate agent) asking her to check and make sure we’re refunded. It ought to happen automatically, we both agree. Cross your fingers that she remembers to look into it and take care of it if needbe. For Delta’s sake, I hope to see a refund on our credit card statement without me having to spend an additional thirteen hours waiting online to request something we paid for but did not receive.

I am a firm believer in having those who work in the healthcare field being patients at least once a year, and I now suggest that the CEO of Delta who assured us of Delta’s commitment to service and satisfaction in the little video we were all forced to watch sit in the sucks-to-be-you seats at least twice a year. Without anybody knowing who he is, I mean.

The way the air conditioner blows behind me (no amount of readjustment changes it to blow anywhere near my hot self) and the way my light button turns on not my light but the light of my seat mate makes me suspect that Delta once ripped out all the seats in this plane and squished them together upon re-assembly, giving them a full 15 or so rows of tickets they could sell.

Yes, I am cranky. Not sleeping for 3 nights does that to a girl. I doubt even the sleeping pill would’ve induced sleep sitting straight up in a sardine can.

In honor of going to Ireland, I re-read John O’Donohue’s book Beauty. On page 18 I read about stale ways of seeing that block possibility, so I’m determined to find something, well, beautiful. Right here, right now that has to be The Engineer. Bless his heart, his brain is so brilliant, so simple, so exasperating at times. He sits there with his earbuds in, watching some movie on the tiny little screen in front of him and, when asked if he’d like something to drink, he shouts his answer quite loudly to be heard over the voices only he can hear. Yes, laughter is my beautiful, now and always.

To pass the time, I watch 6 episodes of Game of Thrones – episodes skip me seasons ahead of where we are watching at home, but it doesn’t pose much of a problem, really. Costumes that bring on drooling. Flags and banners that make me want to create one specially for us. Men and women who apparently don’t have enough to do tending to their own proverbial backyard, so they go out into the world and try to create a bigger backyard for themselves through conquest. I don’t think I missed all that much.

One of the documentaries is called Mondays in Racine, and it profiles two sisters who open their salon on Mondays to women who are going through the woes of cancer. “We feel beautiful when we are loved, and to evoke an awareness of beauty in another is to give them a precious gift they will never lose. When we say from our heart to someone, ‘You are beautiful,’ it is more than a statement or platitude, it is a recognition and invocation of the dignity, grandeur, and grace of their spirit.” (John O’Donohue, Beauty, page 15) This . . . this is what these sisters do. This . . . this right here is why I spill a few tears at the sight of the sisters holding the hands of women getting their heads shaved. At the sight of the sisters crying with them at the shock and loss and reality of it all. Yes. Beauty.


I work up a sweat, but I do finally manage to wrench the camera from my bag – just in time to see sunrise over Ireland.


And ribbons for our landing.

Ah, beauty.


Next installment in Another Great Adventure 2014:
Things We Now Know and Things We Still Don’t Know

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