Mr. Fairweather did a thing. He built a boat. A kayak to be a little more specific. If you want real specifics, you’ll have to ask him. To say it has taken a bit of time is the definition of an understatement. He started it ten years ago. For many years it was just the gunnels braced and dowelled hanging from the ceiling of his … Continue reading My Husband Builds Boats
I feel you deserve an explanation. The blog has been neglected. It has started again in fits and spurts and then ground to a halt again and again. Its not that I’m not trying. It’s not that there is nothing to write about. It’s finding the time and the energy to do it. The Little Paddler is still struggling with the idea of a middle … Continue reading I Can Explain….
Money or the lack thereof seems to be a constant topic in our house. Some days it weighs us down and takes over our thoughts and conversations and rules our emotions. Other days we sit outside with a cup of tea in hand as the Little Paddler digs for worms in the flower bed and joke, “Wonder what the poor people are doing today?” At … Continue reading No Buy Challenge
Oh blog of mine. How I have missed you. But where have I been? Nowhere. Just here. But, I have a small confession to make. We got Netflix. I love it and hate it. I find myself sitting down for a break and saying I’ll just watch one episode. Three hours later, it’s well past my bedtime, the washing isn’t hung up or the laundry … Continue reading Confession Time
The Little Paddler is very concerned. About people in general. When she gets on the phone to my friend, she wants to know is his mam OK. When she is with granny, she wants to know is my uncle (who lives beside granny) OK. When she is talking to said uncle, she wants to know is granny OK. Its not enough to ask it once … Continue reading Are You OK?
This week is my blogging anniversary, Wow! A whole year has gone by since my first post. I’m a bit in shock if I am honest. In shock that I have found something to write about that other people are interested in. In shock that I have managed to put up three posts most weeks. (Not in shock that some weeks it just didn’t happen.) In … Continue reading Happy Birthday To Me
There’s a poem I learned with my dad and it starts like this: On the windswept hills of Tulla Where the Claremen place their dead Four solemn yews stand sentinel Above a hurler’s head…… It continues on. I love the image of four trees standing guard on a hilltop, visible to all from every corner of Clare. If you have ever been to Clare, you’ll … Continue reading Wherever I Lay My Head….