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    Pouring Wine

    "Wine comes in at the mouth

    And love comes in at the eye;

    That's all we shall know for truth,

    Before we grow old and die.

    I lift the glass to my mouth,

    I look at you, and sigh."

    W.B. Yeats.

    Musings of an Irish girl who took a leap of faith.


    I was so anxious bringing my dog Hero to the U.S. It entailed months and months of organising transport, paperwork, vaccinations, customs clearance, crate training etc. It was probably the most stressful part of my relocation. However Hero was a real trooper and did not seem one bit fazed when I picked him up and released him from his crate almost 13hrs later in JFK cargo terminal. Apart from the longest pee in history, he was totally relaxed and forgiving, much to my relief. The next part of his journey here was only beginning, he had a sister to meet and bond with.

    We decided it would be better to introduce them on neutral territory so they could get used to each other outside their new home in Florida. That went really well, so we had high hopes for the long road trip that lay ahead of us where they would be in close quarters for at least 17/18 hrs.

    They sat on opposite sides. They glared at each other. She showed teeth several times. He huffed and puffed. They snapped over snacks. They were hot and frustrated. Every little thing annoyed them. They sniffed each other and turned their noses away. At pit-stops they marked their territory, one would go first, then the other, then they would have to re-mark and re-mark. It will take time for them to find out who the boss is. But, as everyone keeps saying, they will figure it out.

    The dogs got along famously by the way!


    Today is World Turtle day so I feel I owe it to the #littlebollix to write some sort of post about him.

    Garman was my one worry about emigrating to America, who on earth would want #littlebollix? All I did was tell people about my angry turtle; he provided great writing material however.

    I wrote about him fighting with his brother Loch like a fecking Ninja. I wrote about him basking like a German on a sunbed at 6am in the morning, his voodoo flipper waving shit, his shell banging off the tank annoying the dog, his Rocky workouts, his hissing and spitting...

    He was a shithead, a dirty, rotten #littlebollix. Tank maintenance was never ending but he had the best of everything. His tank was huge and he had a summer pond too. I spent a fortune on him but I can't say he appreciated it as every time he swam by he glared at me or flipped the finger, he fucking did!

    Finding a home for him was a worry. I called so many pet shops and asked everyone I knew to take him in. "Maybe change your sales pitch" I was advised! Eventually I found a pet shop in Carlow that were only too happy to take him in, along with the tank. Carlow bound for the turtle, Florida for me, quite ironic! We drove down with him in a bucket of water, flapping and scratching and kicking to get out. Angry as hell. The shop was amazing, as were the staff. He joined a menagerie of terrapins, snakes, frogs, chameleons, iguanas, geckos etc.

    Finally a happy turtle. He never even looked back - #littlebollix

    Happy World Turtle day Garman. Miss you!!!


    "How are you transporting all of your possessions?"

    I've been asked this several times. In a 10kg bag I respond!

    But seriously, if I could it would be less than 10kg. I am an extreme minimalist. I have no empathy, sympathy or sentiment for materialistic things I have accumulated over the years. For the last few weeks I have left a room with a black rubbish bag full of what it says on the bag, rubbish. I feel sorry for the bath set. Getting passed from sister to niece, niece to uncle, uncle to grandma, grandma to neighbour and on and on.....quit it lads..... Bath sets are for life, not just for Christmas!

    Possessions to me need to be practical, useful things. When I'm forced to bring only what I need with me to America it's not a big deal for me, and I have it narrowed down to under 10kg. However... other people don't see it that way. If I bring one thing then I am questioned why I don't bring the other, or am I?

    No. I am blessed to have people around me that understand how I am and know that I just need to bring what will make me feel at home. Things like paintings, a poetry book, an egg poacher, a bottle of poitin, Lyons tea bags, Charley's ashes, a years supply of thyroid medication, a telescope, dog food, dog leads, dog balls...

    Practical stuff.

    Don't fill your house with possessions that are meaningless. The day will come when you, or your loved ones need to clear out that rubbish, and that is what it is, rubbish. You may think you need it but when you make a move you realise that it's a beautiful keepsake not worth keeping; it's a useless, rubbish, meaningless, dust collector.

    Not a possession.

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