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.
