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Nov.14.2008
It is my Father's birthday today. If he lived he would be 89 years old. He grew up in Limerick city where his mother, a widow, ran an hotel in an old Georgian house, called McCarthy's Hotel. He was one of ten children, five sons and five daughters. In his own words, ''the hotel enjoyed a high...
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Nov.12.2008
Okay I've been listening to Astral Weeks again, it's one of those weeks............his line ''my tongue gets so tired every, every time I try to speak'' haunts me.....I wonder how his Hollywood Bowl revamp concert went, wanted to be there but alas I am here in Boleybeg, the place of the small...
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Nov.11.2008
I stood outside on the driveway to do my night sky meditation, it was pretty cold out there and I was glad of my wool beret and coat. The sky tonight is amazing, no expert on stars but it sure puts me in my place. Endless night sky and bright beacons perfectly placed. When I got back indoors I...
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Nov.11.2008
Today
My joy today must be the doing of chores with pleasure and without animosity, it must be the breathing of the fresh clear air, it must be the noticing of my boys, each an individual and the loving of my spouse - a fine good being. My joy today has to be the tending to myself so that I may...
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Nov.10.2008
This morning I met my friend Liz for coffee at a cafe/bookstore called Tiki, last week it was called Insomnia, far more suitable name. Tiki sounds like a cocktail or a curry. Anyway the same people work there, very nice too as I get to custom order my coffee which is a macchiato in a small cup,...
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Nov.09.2008
I was making dinner tonight and thinking about what my life would be like without passion. Isn't it a wonderful word. Passion. It's so smooth and sensual. I suppose I have a strong passion for cooking. I love to make wonderful dinners especially at this time of year when the days are so bleak...
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Nov.08.2008
We had a big storm today and the Ash tree is almost bare. Between the heavy showers we headed for the park to walk the dog. The park is always the best option for a walk when there is a gale blowing in from the South as it is bordered by a broad band of woodland that breaks the onslaught and...
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Nov.07.2008
Oh the joy of a quiet house. A rarity here only occuring once a week, a Friday afternoon, a time I treasure and look forward to no end. Today is no exception and now with the Spag. Bol. simmering on the stove, exceptional no doubt because of the addition of half a bottle of wine, given to us by a...
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Nov.06.2008
I walked the dog out along ''the swamp'' this evening. I don't know why its called ''the swamp'' but figure the location matters, right beside the sea and because it is typically a muddy place where rugby and soccer is played apart from lately because the soil has been found to be contaminated and...
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Nov.05.2008
What a morning. I woke up and was half way down the stairs when I felt like the six year old kid I once was, on Christmas morning, trying to recall what propelled me down the hall until it suddenly dawned on me that there would be gifts waiting for me under the tree. That is how it was in County...
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Nov.04.2008
Great article in The Irish Times newspaper today on Paul Auster. Apparently he is hoping for an Obama landslide. It was gratifying to read, here are some snippets -
''To be away from New York during this economic collapse is extremely strange. It's a complete overhaul of the thinking on how to...
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Nov.03.2008
Alright, this is it. I can't do this anymore because nobody gives a hoot about Mary Wilkinson living on the edge of the bog in Ireland. Nobody gives a hoot because we are all out there trying to be heard, to be noticed, to have someone say how great we are and it just dawned on me today as I...
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Nov.02.2008
Okay who said we don't know anything (or give a damn) about American politics in the West of Ireland? Alright well maybe nobody has actually said that but they might as well have. But let me assure you that this is not the case. Our dinner party confirms how consumed the Irish population have...
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Oct.31.2008
Everything about today appeared richly golden and shimmering. I don't know if it is because of Halloween or because I am drawn to things of that colour at this time of year or because I am in a marvellous frame of mind, always on a Friday, as I have yoga class on Thursday nights and the benefits...
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Oct.30.2008
I have just started to read the latest short story in the New Yorker. It just so happens that it is written by fellow Irish man Roddy Doyle. Just as one gets to the third, fourth paragraph I note that the word F****ing is used three times, in that one paragraph. I am trying to figure out this...
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there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.
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—Raymond Carver
About Mary
I live in the west of Ireland. I enjoy writing in many forms, prose, drama, poetry and short pieces for radio. I am also a fanatical baker.
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Mary’s Favorite Books
Stag's Leap - Sharon Olds, The Picture of Dorian Grey - Oscar Wilde, The Bell Jar - Slyvia Plath, Unless - Carol Shields, A Moveable Feast - Hemingway, The Sea...
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