My Dublin Life

So last night I came home and found Bepe putting together a HUGE (in comparison to our tiny living room) model airplane. The type that you have a remote control thingy for flying around in the air. I was kinda horrified, but he assured me that he'd keep it in his room. We took it out into the courtyard and horsed around it for a while until some of the other residents of the building asked us to stop. In the meantime, hilarity ensued and at one point I ended up in a bush. A thorn bush. I scratched myself pretty badly.Then, this morning of all mornings, my alarm didn't go off, and I was nearly late for the meeting. I had to rush there without even having a shower. The Dublin Tourism office, which ...

Well, I'd been kind of neglecting my blog and someone finally posted a comment on it. (See previous entry). I don't really know what she wants but hopefully she'll write back and we can meet.Of course, I have a good reason for being so neglectful. The barbarian hoards are arriving in just eight days home -- the barbarians being my sister (30-something, hassled housewife, educated beyond her station, simmering with mild resentful and ripe for an an affair), her husband (sports-mad, intellectually challenged dentist, blissfully unaware of wife's resentment), their kids (nice enough kids, as they go) and her mother-in-law (quite sweet but she's never been off the island; likely to go berserk in ...