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I have found a place to live. It's an in-law apartment in Goffstown, small and efficient and affordable. I won't have covered parking, so I will have to scrape my car. I won't have room to have dinner parties, Irish teas and gatherings; I need to find a venue where I can hold Irish classes and Grove. I am tossing out, selling, consigning possessions that I have been hauling around for, in some cases, 40 years or so. There is a level on which this is frightening-- what if I need that? What if I miss that? But it also feels like weight is being lifted. The landline phone number I've had for 20 years is going away. My entire lifestyle is going to change. I will no longer be an activity hub.
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My difficult, troubled ex-mother-in-law just died. I had not spoken to her in years; she refused to see my children because they were "like me"; the last time we had seen her was when HER ex-mother-in-law died. A few years ago my children went to their Aunt Kristin's home for Christmas Eve with her family, Aunt Debbie, Arne, and other kinfolks-- and Connie went and hid in an upstairs bedroom rather than ever say hello to my children. It's unfortunate-- they are nice young adults, accomplished and productive and bright and funny. And she chose to deprive herself of half of her grandchildren. May she rest in peace.
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Very few of us are left from those days...

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My thoughts are with those being hit with wild storms and flooding, especially Lila (Momwolf) in Wimberley, Texas and Artemis Moonwolf in Oklahoma, and my sister Shalisha in Miami, Texas. Wimberley has lost more than 300 homes; many people are missing or dead. On a day dedicated to those who gave their lives in war, the death toll continues to rise, from war and revolution and other evidences of man's inhumanity to man, and from forces beyond our control we have messed with unwisely.
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Originally posted by domiobrien at Happy Mother's Day
My grandmother (father's mother), Eibhlisebhe (Elizabeth) Harvey.


My mother, Anita.


My father, Jack, my sister Eibhlisebhe, myself and my mother, Anita.


Myself and daughterling, 2011.
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to RootinTootinCoutin! 66 years old today.
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I need to reduce expenses, get rid of excess possessions, I have albums I haven't played in years, books I neither read nor reference, "stuff" I don't need. Some of it the boys may use-- we talked about that last night-- but mostly I just need to sell, give away, throw away)and probably move by the end of the year to a smaller, cheaper place. Then I can afford to travel a bit-- visit folks I haven't seen in a while around the country, and maybe finally do the Ireland thing. I am weighed down by stuff. Marsha got rid of almost everything and moved to Mexico. Sandra got rid of almost everything and moved to NC. I like NH, but I really don't need to have all this stuff and pay more than half of my income for housing. Time to make changes.
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They are predicting the Blizzard of 1978 all over again. Projections are for 24 to 36 inches of snow Monday night through Wednesday morning here. I am well-stocked, making sure laundry and dishes are done, baking and cooking so there will be lots of things to eat available that don't require cooking in a pinch...
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My second cousin Margot Pelkington has died. My former classmate (NNHS '64) Elinor Goldberg Zedd has died. Neither of these should be a shock; Margot was 63; Elinor was 68. None of us are going to live forever. There are things that I keep thinking I have plenty of time to do. Perhaps I need to simply go ahead and do them.
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Originally posted by the_gwenzilliad at The Shortest Day
Welcome, Yule-- Harper's Traditional Winter Solstice Post

The Shortest Day

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

Susan Cooper

Welcome, Yule.
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