The rains came today and a drop in temperatures and we all dug around looking for warm clothes to cover our goose bumped skin. I was getting used to Summer but as they say you can have four seasons in one Irish day. O well, off to Spain soon and hopefully we will have unadulterated sunshine but one never knows. Still, a change of scene, air, Paella and muchos Rioja should help. My Spanish is poor, my husband thinks his is great and considering we will not be far from the French border. maybe we will drive over so I can show off my fluency in that language. At least better than the Senor who thinks he has that wonderful flair and if he wants to demonstrate the word usual, he comes up with Normale. Okay, wow, we are all totally impressed, its all so normale!
It will be nice to be off with the family though. I like travelling with them. Ever since they were born we have travelled, whether it was trans Atlantic from the states to Ireland or from Ireland to the mainland of Europe. We travel well together. We all bring books. Vital for survival and two or three recent New Yorker magazines that come in the post and have still not been opened due to persuading ourselves we are far too busy. Virginal promises wrapped in plastic. Once we have arrived at our destination we tuck in and eventually we get to share the articles. Have you read the latest Shouts and Murmurs, my son will ask me.....the value we get out of those magazines is untold. We devour them, a slow mastication and savour them no end.
I love my home. I won't miss it though. I will not miss the washing machine, the dryer, the dishwasher, the dogs in and out all day long, the trail of freshly cut grass over the clean floors, the Cuckoo Man, yes, he's still out there, the rotten old sod (I want to smash his ogling binoculars), nor will I miss the grocery store and the endless quest for food. I will not miss the vacuum, the blender, the Le Creuset pot, the fabulous stove. I will not miss the toilet seat being left up or the constant demand for white socks. I might miss the fact that this is where I belong though. The place where my bones and ghosts lie, all the words hanging about in the air like dust spores not knowing where to land and the thoughts and the wishes and the dreams and the regrets and the tears and the laughter and the bloody almighty life drifting and settling at will. All those things that keep us going. I might miss all of that but then again, maybe not. I don't know. I will have to wait and see.