Happy Birthday Cam! aka handlebear
I love you and miss you so much!
Thanks to all the LJ Friends I made because you made me do this.
your big sister
Happy Birthday Jeni!
Yanked from caersidi, close but this is the only time I’ve ever tested i”S”tj. Ialwsy a strong I ‘N’TJ before.
Bí ann, bí liom
Bí gasta, bí cróga
Bí cliste, bí cinnte
Bí casta, bí glic
Bí grámhar, gealgáireach
Bí socair laistigh
Bí doimhin ach bí éadrom
Gan teannas ar bith
I do chorp, i do chroí
I do cheann, ins a tslí
Ina chuireann tú tú fhéin i láthair
I pé chomhluadar ina bhfuil tú
Bí ann liom
Bí láidir il-dána
Nuair a chasann an domhan
Bí ann dom
Agus buailfimid le chéile
Nuair a thagann an t-am
Be there, be with me
Be quick, be brave
Be clever, be sure
Be tricky, be sharp
Be loving, light-hearted
Be steady inside
And be deep but be light
With no tension inside
In your body, in your heart
In your head, __
In the way which you present yourself
In whatever company you happen to be
Be there for me
Be strong and be able
When the world takes a turn
Be there with me
And we will meet together
When the right time comes
Cha danaig gaoth riamh nach an seol feareigen.
|First Daffy of the season|
I had a great time at the Queen Mary games after being lured out of hibernation by Mary and Denise. Even if I did seem to keep getting separated from the flock. Found a fun book on Scottish piracy and a Viking treasure chest with hidden compartments. Looked at pointy objects and pretty things I couldn’t afford. I’m still thinking about the deep red velvet dress and ruana. It would make a great ritual dress. Bought some shiny objects for my ears. Salivated over Phoenix and Crow’s and Hamilton House pretties.
I think Ali is ordering another Utilikilt. They now come in a sapphire blue corduroy and I could see the wheels turning.
I was in front of the QM waiting for Ali when I got deafened by the artillary barrage of Bydand forever. Did they really need to fire the cannon and Gatling gun at close quarters? The rifles were okay but my ears still hurt from the stupid cannon. I was only about 30 ft away and they did it in the small road about 30 ft from the side of the QM and the sound had no where to go. It was like being in a large 50 gallon drum. Usually they do it in a large field and the sound has a chance to dissapate.
Sunday we stayed home and cozy. About 5 Sunday morning it hailed for a while and the rest of the time it just poured. Ali made popovers for breakfast. I read and Ali watched the Olympics. (I’m working my way through Susanna Gregory’s medieval murder mysteries.) I got play by play down the stairs. What’s better than a nice thick throw, flannel pj’s, thick socks, hot chocolate and a good book?
It was 37 degrees this AM and Ali had to scrape ice from her windshield. We don’t have to do that very often.
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