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Dia is Mhuire díobh go léir a chairde, and welcome to my report.

When you see a third crop of silage being harvested from a field, you tell yourself that maybe it’s not a bad year after all and because it’s early September still, a fourth crop may come.  An old man of the roads used to go around here one time and in spite of his poor station in life, he always said that hope was a grand thing and who are we to argue with that.

I must tell  you the tale of the cat. About two weeks ago a beautiful black kitten arrived into my daughter’s house in Cork City. It was raining at the time but the little lad was dry as a bone and pleading for food and shelter. So she gave him some bread and milk which he cherished and because she had no facilities for him indoors, he bedded down in the garden on the warm sunny evening. Now because he was dry when he arrived on a wet evening, it could only be imagined that he came on the engine of a car or some vehicle. Next morning before driving to the shop, she checked to see where was the elusive feline ,nd when she couldn’t find him she went about her business,only to find that when she returned into her own drive, the little black beauty calmly stepped out from the body of the car. They didn’t want a cat,but the cat had other ideas. He was perfectly behaved asked for food when he wanted it and lovingly coiled himself around any leg that stayed long enough in one place. Even the most anti-cat member of the family softened to him. Some of the family went on holiday two hours drive away and a couple of days later, some others went on a day trip to join them. Before they left there was the now usual search for the cat, but again without success. So on arriving home from their half day tour guess what the little black beauty once again popped out of the engine. Nobody can understand how he survives on these trips both long or short but I imagine his nine lives must be running rather thin by now, though I hope not.  It’s the accepted  thing now that anywhere they are going with the car they have an extra passenger. To the shops, anywhere. You hear a new one every day.

[read more …] “Eily’s Report – 8th September”

Dia is Mhuire díobh go léir a chairde, and welcome to my report.

And welcome to the month of September, but with it comes a sting of cold that we didn’t expect,which sent us reaching for our warm fleeces, boots and socks. But every cloud has a silver lining ,they say that a heatwave is on it’s way. So we live in hope.  During this cool spell, it isn’t easy to refrain from  checking the wardrobe and go through all the lovely clothes that we never wore this year. The catchy little two-piece that you bought at the right price for that wedding that was coming up in June, or the few changes for that four-day outing in July.  The strappy sandals that went with everything, still in the box. It all goes to prove that we only dress to impress other people. We went through the past four or five months, with only a few changes of clothes and the plainest ones we had, the reason being that nobody would be seeing them only ourselves.  Well now at least we’ll have to change a little anyway, if we are to get out the warmer things of many colours. Another legacy that we have inherited from Covid19 is that we can no longer lick our fingers, pick a seed from between our teeth or so, because the vile taste of the much used sanitizer prevents us from relishing such simple pleasures. Even the last bite of food into the mouth doesn’t go down without it’s trade mark. Let the assurance that we are doing our bit to keep safe, be our consolation.

September 18 is National Culture Day. It’s that day set aside every year when everybody, or community , or team etc. are invited to put their best foot forward in an effort to portray their own place to the best advantage. Not to be outdone our own Marie Twomey is up there among the best of them with her Community Singers. She never fails to encourage the not-so-young to take an important place in the life of her Community. So she has entered the popular CD which she made with the group some years ago. They asked for more,  so at midday last Saturday she gathered her flock and dressed in smart black/white outfits they performed a rousing version of Glory Glory  at Tubrid well in brilliant sunshine while being expertly filmed by the trusty Sean Radley.  So roll on Culture Day on September 18th, and wish them the best of luck.

[read more …] “Eily’s Report – 1st September”