30.5.03
Oh, I'll get to the "why" of it in a while.
Why am I moving to Ireland?
Job? No. Place to live? No.
Concrete answers to all our questions?
Not yet, people.
I am sure we'll find them out eventually.
What I wanted most before I left was a meal with the nearest and dearest and then
dessert at my mother, Nancy's home. In spades baby! A fine meal at the Red Hen Cantina
(the sign says "original", though we found ourselves in an entirely new location).
I wanted food from an authentic Mexican kitchen, as I imagine it will be difficult to
find same in Dublin....
A pretty evening outside and the usual lively suspects. After the second round of
margarita pitchers, I decreed that everyone had to come up with a limerick to be
recited over chocolate bread pudding and coffee. And boy did they!
But before we get to the creativity of the following limericks (and haiku - bonus!),
a big shout-out to my ma, who produced a lovely evening as the only hostess
whom I aspire to match.
Right - here they are:
Chris Thorpe
There was young girl named T. Gilien
Who dreamed often of 4 million,
She wandered to Ireland
To get her mission better manned
What happened next you can fillien.
Chris Thorpe
snow is general
we swim in drifts all lifetime
flakes, avalanche, ice
whiteouts are frequent for rest
find an air pocket to breathe
don't come back 'til spring
Tori Jacobs & Davin Beaverhausen Thrasher
There once was a girl with red hair
Who's greatest care was to Nair,
Now off to an isle
Of green hills and smiles
Pints and gents everywhere.
(no, I will not be posting the unexpurged version)
Bob Bancroft
There was a young woman named Thea
Who had quite a bold ida,
To Ireland I'll fly
My new life is neigh
I'll find there what I'll yet be-a.
Nancy Gilien
There was a child, Thea Gilien
Who's dad proclaimed "one in a million"
Who's mother agreed
But "better yet", she decreed
"Why not a convent in Ireland?"
Rob Thorpe couldn't seem to stop:
There once was a redhead named Thea
Who was struck by a singular idea:
Live fast, play hard,
Put the world on its guard,
And then when the bills come, say "see ya."
**
A certain young lady, Thea by name,
Aspired to the most specific of fame,
As a hostess with flair
And jageuse extraordinaire
And as one who could never be tame.
**
Cat and Thea -- two roadtrip fanatics,
Surfing AM, cursing at static,
Accelerating, drinking and gambling,
O'er the world they are rambling
While breaking up in laughter spasmatic.
**
Lagavulin Scotch
Bushmills Best Irish Whiskey
Pints of black Guinness.
**
Peat, heath, grey rocks and wide clouds
Winding cobbled village streets
And welcoming pubs.
**
C:
A gutter at dawn --
Soggy chips in spilled Guinness
Christ I feel like shit.
**
R:
When you smell like stale vomit
Even sunrise is ugly.
Now back to my flat.
Rob concludes:
"there's almost a sense of progression from one haiku to the next even neat!"
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What's this all about?
After traveling there in 2001 and 2002, Miss Thea is off to Ireland once and for all.
Read the blog archives
Right now in Ireland
See Dublin's O'Connell Bridge live via Web cam
Check out which sort of rain is falling
Miss Thea's Irish bookmarks
Irish Times Jobs
Move to Ireland
Daft.ie -- as in, "You want a flat on St. Stephen's Green for 100 Euros a year? You must be daft!"
Tango Ireland
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