Baltimore, West Cork by Grandgirl.
There have been a few of them lately. You know, the stuff that brings a smile to your face for a few minutes and then something else happens, and you smile again and think: boy this is adding up to a bouquet of a day when I count all the little flowers in it.
A gratitude list as some call it. Lists. I'm addicted to lists. I'd rather leave this particular list unmade and call it a bouquet that sustains me through some challenges at the moment.
I had a call from a dear blog friend today, one I've met in the flesh as well. A lovely catch-up on each other's lives.
I posted a pic-link on FB of Baltimore and their upcoming festival and felt lonely for my West Cork. And Grandgirl responds from Dublin with the exact same picture she had taken a few days ago in Baltimore.
Two more have joined my barely-jogging-walking group for this year's Tely 10..
An article I wrote on the way an elder was treated in reports over two days in our provincial newspaper is being published in the weekend edition of the very same newspaper. I am quite chuffed about this as I'd thought it would be trash-heaped by them but felt angry enough to write it. My respect for the paper has gone up several notches.
I had hoped to have an "in" with an editor at a large publishing empire through a new friend but it has fizzled out as he no longer works for them. The tickle is that this friend feels so badly now that she is moving heaven and hell to promote my novel to others in time for 2016. I have three novels ready - this one takes place over 100 years of Irish history.
Daughter has painstakingly stripped multiple layers of paint from the woodwork in one of my bedrooms, literally many hours of work. But to see the grain of the wood come to life again after many generations is so incredible.
So that's it from the Land of Tickles for the moment.
Glad to be a little tickle along your path!
ReplyDeleteAnd you've just tickled my morning ~ thank you.
ReplyDeleteGM:
ReplyDeleteA big tickle!
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Sharon:
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad, we all need tickles to keep us giggling, even a little bit :)
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You tickle me pink quite often, you do! xox
ReplyDeleteInteresting newspaper story about the old guy. I could see myself behaving the same way in my dotage - unless Jenny was still around, that is. And unless I was getting plenty of tickles.
ReplyDeleteIrene:
ReplyDeleteI'm delighted I'm good for something. Yay me!
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Nick:
ReplyDeleteDid you see anything WRONG with this newspaper article?
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When I read over your list of tickles, what unfolds is a sense of the fullness of your life. You make and keep friends, exercise, produce work in your chosen creative field, and make efforts to promote your work. Kudos to you!
ReplyDeleteAnother one that loves seeing the grain of wood come to life again :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I remodeled the over 100 year old farmhouse
almost 40 years ago it was
such a thrill to see the interior
come back to life again
as years of paint came off the wood.
Did I see anything wrong? Well, I don't like to judge other people's lifestyles, however eccentric or disordered they seem to be. Certainly plenty of people have tried to help him but with varying success.
ReplyDeleteLinda:
ReplyDeleteYes you are right, my life on the whole is very full and I feel extraordinarily lucky to be on this great journey called life :)
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OWJ:
ReplyDeleteit is a wonderful thrill isn't it, seeing the grains and all the hard work done so long ago without machinery. The fellow who built this house had a sawmill on the shore across from the house and cut down his own trees. The floors are beautiful.
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Nick:
ReplyDeleteDid you not see how his privacy was invaded?
How would you feel if this newspaper article was about you?
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I suppose in a way his privacy was invaded, but there's a quote from him at the end where he defends himself and doesn't complain about invasion of privacy. He could have told them not to write about him but he didn't.
ReplyDeletePersonally I wouldn't mind being written about if I had problems and it got me the help I needed. And the article makes it clear that a lot of people have tried to help him.
But I did think the headline was very loaded and judgmental.
ReplyDeleteGlad to find you. I'm a 62 yr old woman who recently moved from a Nova Scotian city to a Labradorian community of maybe 500. I have three blogs - one on my writing life, one on leading a so-called simple life and one on my adventures in Labrador. I will be back as I think we might be sympatico.
ReplyDeleteNick:
ReplyDelete"In a way?" He's 89 years old.His life has been violated in a newspaper not normally a gossip rag. This amounts to gossip. About an elder. I've had a huge amount of support for the article I wrote critical of what they did.
I would just hate my life to be exposed in such a way, and at the end of it. Can any one of us withstand such scrutiny for our pasts?
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Jan:
ReplyDeleteOh welcome aboard! I am going to check you out. Right now!
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Well I guess a lot of people guard their privacy very carefully, which is fair enough. And yes, I've got a few skeletons in the closet but nothing much I'd be ashamed of. As I say though, when he spoke to the paper he didn't seem concerned about his privacy. He just wanted to defend his behaviour. I think we'll have to agree to disagree on this one!
ReplyDeleteQuite a lot to feel good about!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Grandgirl's photograph. A click to enlarge it provided me with quite a vision.
ReplyDeleteI novelist you are... hmmm... I should have known. :) Best wishes with your work and the publishing business.