This Ain't As Easy As It Looks

It’s not easy being me –think I could sing that to a tune Kermit the frog sung a few years a go. People have this impression that I am some kind of carefree hippy type person without a care or worry in the world. You don’t know how wrong this is-well you kind of know now because I have just told you.

Think I may have mentioned this before –but I just can’t handle compliments. If I get praise of any sort I will give several reasons why I don’t think I deserve it. Someone praises a photo I have taken; I will go out of my way to find at least 5 reasons why it is bad. When my supervisor at work gives me a very good report I ask home to downgrade it to a “slightly above satisfactory” one. I think my reason here is that it’s too much pressure to keep up to that standard. Think main reason is that at school and in an other couple of supervisors I had, I was never given a chance and always got  bad reports-kind of got use to them.

I have money put aside for a “treat” one idea is a trip to the USA –three full days in DC and three full days in New York (or Boston or somewhere) –but I keep talking myself out of it. I mean one city is much the same as another, isn’t it? I could use the money to treat someone else to something-or even just be sensible and save it towards something else-what that is, I haven’t a clue. Knowing me I would go to the aforesaid cities and come back with something I could have got in Derry-like a graphic novel,a packet of crisps/potato chips. Now THAT would actually appeal to my ever so

warped humour-I go all the way to America only to see what their crisps taste like.

And to be honest I think I would get just as much with a weekend trip to London or Galway or Cork or…

I think if went into the travel agents and actually booked the trip this weekend, there’d be no turning back and all that. But then …

Got an idea from something in a Saturday newspaper supplement and another blog I follow. It lists good things and bad things about the week. If I knew how I would have little arrows pointing up and down-the other blog I read does this almost daily-and is usually a good read-so here goes

UPS

I’m watching very little television and am not missing it one bit.haven’t seen any of the new series of :-“the walking dead”, “homeland” only saw 2 episodes of that “agents of shield” (despite being a big fan of joss wedon –I just can’t be bothered). In saying that I AM actually working through a boxed dvd set of the complete sopranos. I got this very cheap way back in june or july and decided I would wait until the dark nights before watching it.

Getting back into the music and reading again-think another benefit of no television. Currently reading a new graphic novel I came across called “Chew” very darkly funny.

The autumn colours-unfortunately they don’t last very long

DOWNS

Like I said before-just being me. I know things could be a heck of a lot worse and I try to count my blessings. I really do need to sit and down and talk, and do one or two other things. Could do with another barmy Brenda to talk to.

 Facebook-yeah I know. Someone told me that they (love saying they as I don’t need to differentiate he or she)  read that can lead to depression. And now I know where they are coming from. If it wasn’t for the fact that I need facebook to see what is

going on with my rambling club, I don’t think I would use it. Sometimes logging into to the site actually does get me down.

Internet dating-not working for me-nobody replies to any messages I send out. maybe I should try another site or two or three?

A little independent comic/music shop I use may not be as independent as I thought-just found out as well as Derry they have a shop in Sligo too.

I’m losing interest in photography-it’s the whole photoshop thing-working on a picture to make it presentable-is so blinkin’ time consuming. I got a new programme a month (or two) ago –called Lightroom-suppose to be the dog’s doodahs (or whatever) but I just can’t be bothered learning to use it. I’m thinking of getting a new camera-but that’ll mean having to upgrade photoshop elements to work with it-doesn’t mean buying anything new-just means a few minutes on the computer. I actually have a few free cds explaining how to use Lightroom AND I bought a book on using it-but I just can’t be bothered.Maybe if I found something new and interesting to get out and photo-or even find some kind of course to go on…

I'm also too lazy to check this and look at ways to improve the layout -or even plan this too

That’s it-expect more moans soon.

get out of my system-again

Very short blog here-but I have just about had it with a lot of things. Mainly the whole digital photography thing. I am fed up to the proverbial teeth seeing a new camera come out and then 6 moths later it is upgraded and replaced by not only a new model, but a new battery (so you cannot shove the old battery in your new camera as a spare). There is a plethora of digital editing programmes and even the magazines encourage you to invest in at least two or three of these programmes. I just don’t get the idea of going out to take a photo them come back and spend a considerable amount of time fixing it up-and 90% of the time the photo remains on a computer hard drive to be completely forgotten about. OK I DO try to get mine printed as much as possible-but you need to have a lot printed to make cost worthwhile, you sometimes need to download a link to some site to get them printed, if you don’t like the quality in your local Boots or wherever you go. I am so fed up with this I am 80% sure I will be off to one of those trade in shops on Tuesday and take whatever I get. I will be dumping my collection of camera magazines that I kept because there was something that looked “handy” in them-and obviously I never looked at again. I think a little compact camera is all I need-if anything. The whole computer side has really killed my liking taking photographs. This may be some form of midlife crisis-but we’ll see what happens come Tuesday.

At work today in a conversation, I mentioned that I only watch the one programme on the tv-“Dexter” and when it finishes there will be nothing I want to watch. The woman who started this conversation looked surprised and said “What do you do in the evenings then?” Is this how tv has taken over our lives? I told her that I would read,listen,to radio,music or work on photos on the computer (which will hopefully be stopping too soon).I also said that I would stare at a wall and contemplate things-which got a really puzzled look. OK I DO have some dvds of movies and some discontinued tv shows-but they only seem to be watched in the winter months, when it’s too cold/wet/icy/dark to get outside.

Gonna try a healthy eating thing next week-giving up the tea/coffee and all the rubbishy things, and the beer/cider. I only ever drink when I’m away somewhere on holiday-so that bit should be pretty easy.

And I’m giving up on a couple of other projects-less said about them the better,to be honest should have done this sooner.

Oideasgael 2- a new beginning...no wait that's something else

Previously on Odieas Gael blog- Gerdy went down Donegal  and…–ach there’s no time for that –just re-read the last one-I’ll get on with it.

Anyway the first night was just a general introduction in which we were told what to expect:- the lessons, the levels, the workshops and the entertainment. After this we headed off to the pub-Roartys it was called and a great wee pub it was too. And a nice wee seisiún  in progress too. The other guys in the b&b were regulars and were fluent in the lingo-they only come down for the craic. They were from Belfast and one from England direction. The guy from Belfast had eight languages when I said “wow” he pointed to the English guy and said “that’s nothing, he has 18.” I found out that he makes his living via a web site dedicated to languages (1)

So –where are we? Sunday?  Right! The first day. To be honest on Saturday as I had a fair bit of time to kill I regretted not bringing the gerdymobile with me-but kept telling myself that would have been very antisocial and all. Sunday was the first lesson proper. Fairly big group of various nationalities/ages. Just at the start we were told about the workshops and that we could change if we wanted to. The workshops included:-hill walking,bodhran playing,tin whistle(I actually bought one, just in case-imagine it, me doing Lithium on the tin whistle), drama,set-dancing,sean os singing, sean og dancing and so on. Carolyn oddly enough had never heard of the sean og dancing (2) and I told her to go to it as I know she would love it-and that I might come along to watch as it is very watchable –especially when a gurl is doing it.

I decided to do the hill walking. The start to the walk was pretty wet-in fact was our first days rain in 17 days some people looked pretty grim so I told the old story of Noah in the Ark and when he passed Ireland (3).

        The nightly entertainment put on for us was superb-it just got better and better-I thought I had died and gone to music heaven-but I think I already said that.

On the Wednesday my gear from the hikes was still a bit damp and fancied a change-someone suggested the set dancing (think it was Carolyn actually). I decided to go along just to watch and get a few photos. Eventually my mind started ticking over “ Carolyn –arms round waists,some other feisty looking gurls-arms round waists, Carolyn….” So I was up dancing-and great craic it was too-worked up a fair aul sweat, Carolyn –arms…” Despite getting it all wrong and losing my partner a couple of times, I said that I’d be back the next day-with a sat nav.  Leaving the place when it was all over on 1^st day we saw this thing crossing the road-we had no idea what it was –but as we were looking at it cars were stopping to see what was going on-and they would not drive off until it was out of danger.

 That night going into the pub Carlolyn stopped me and said she had something to say to me and wanted to say it away from the noise. She congratulated me for getting outside my comfort zone and getting up to dance and said it was a major thing for me. I said that it wasn’t and that getting up and making a fool of myself comes second nature to me.Then SHE  told me to stop running myself down and that I was good at the dancing (actually, another person told me this too-what’s going on here? I was thinking). Then I was thinking-I’ll show you what coming out of my comfort zone is later.

All in all it was a great week-I managed to tell a joke half in Irish,and my teacher made me tell it to another teacher.The next day I asked what irish for another word was and the teacher asked me if there was another joke on the way. I learned my “chat up line” in Irish too (4). On the last night we had Moya Brennan from the group Clannad and she did a wonderful version of the song “She Moved Through the Fair.”

On the last day after everybody had gone (Carolyn was staying an extra week). Carolyn and I went for a walk up the beach-barefoot-and had a great long chat. Both silly and pretty serious.( 5) . Any way that’s that. We’ll try to meet up next year DV and all that. I want to do the Odieas Gael thing again-most definitely. There might be a cycling holiday in August. Carolyn’s holiday time is July-so I might be able to slip in an extra cycling holiday. I have a very apt cd made for her-when she emails her postal address.

All in all it was a great holiday-but I wonder if would have been as good without her.

To be continued…..i hope

1)      It’s called http://www.omniglot.com he also has a very busy facebook page that is very interesting-with the chat in it.

2)      Sean og dancing-pretty modern irish dancing-like this   http://youtu.be/D0gF97WASl4 and this is the brush dance pretty scary stuff

                    http://youtu.be/LmdwzGDNcIg

3)      During the flood Noah (in the ark) was passing Ireland. The was simply chucking it down, and the waters were getting higher. He saw a man sitting on the summit of a mountain. Noah leaned over the side of the ark and said “Get on board,we’ll save you.” and the Irish man said “Ach! It’s all right, it’ll pass.” Which just about sums up the Irish attitude to rain.

4)      The chat up line is a not particularly complimentary one. I must make it clear that I have never used it. It’s just a joke with me. Carolyn found an idea for a sketch in a sit com staring Gabriel and I using this very funny-and I wish I got  photo of her laughing here-it was a joy to watch.To be honest Carolyn is the only person who has found this funny.

5)

Odieas Gael part 1

Well holiday (number one of at least two I hope ) is over and what a holiday!  As I type I am still on a high from it. It was really that good and inspiring-I came out of my comfort zone big time on one occasion too.

I suppose I better start at the very start. I could do a Tarrentino and start in the middle then go to the end then back to the start –like in “Pulp Fiction.” There’ll be extras on the Facebook page-when you see a number in brackets- like (1) there’ll be an extra bit about it in Facebook –like the way you see in some books in an index at the end of the book –or the extra bit William Golding sent out if you requested it, in his book “The Princess Bride,” which I have pointed out before is darker from the film/movie.

                  Last year the Kitty Club (1) from a 2011 Irish Cycling Safari holiday had a reonion –after a couple or 3 “something is telling me I am meant to be doing this” incidents (ask and I’ll explain), I signed up for this holiday. On this holiday I met Carolyn, from Colorado. Carolyn(2) was great craic, I noticed very quickly we had a very good “working relationship” and she responded greatly to my one-liners and we got on like the proverbial house on fire. Carolyn is very talented and is very much into singing and dancing and does so whenever the urge hits her, a real free spirit(3). It was a great holiday and the growing kitty club decided to meet up this again. So we all booked into the one week (Carolyn who is not really a member of the kitty club booked this cycling holiday too). I fancied doing something different so via a newspaper article I came across something called Odieas Gael. Did the Irish Language and hill walking, amongst other things.So I signed up. Turned out that the week I wanted I was not able to do both-BUT they told me I could do both the following week AND it did the whole culture thing too-the music,dancing,story telling, the sean og singing and all that. Oh yes I thought that sounds good. I’ll do that. Carolyn told me (we kept in touch from last year) she was doing some Irish Culture holiday-but not much else –yes, turned out it was the same one. So with a gap of a week I was going to have two holidays with Carolyn. BUT something happened and I decided that I needed to cancel one of the holidays. In the long run the cycling holiday would cost more, and I have done it so many times before-it kind of made sense to go for the other one (and Carolyn would still be on that one too).

So I stick with the culture one-told Carolyn the story and that I’d keep an eye out for her when I go there. I arrived with some reservations wondering what I had let myself in for. Turned out that in total there was 120 people of varying levels of Irish on the course-including one Mary McAleese.

I met with Carolyn, she smiled, said hello and hugged me. Hmmm I thought, this hug is a bit tight and it’s lasting a bit long for a “hello” type hug. I’m not complaining and  I’m not letting go first here I said to myself.

To be continued….

You're so cool, You're so cool

Well folks as I type Lent is almost over. Just 3 or 4 days-depending on how you look at it. Some people say that Good Friday is the last day of lent, so we can break the Lent thing on Saturday. I hold out until the  Sunday. And how did I fare during the 6 week thing? I did well, I held out. And what did I discover? I found out that I have good will power, when I put my mind to doing something, I can. In this case it was doing without, I suppose. Some of the things I went off, I can see myself staying off for a while longer. In saying that, Fridays proved tough-why? Friday is Treat Day. This is the day I treat myself to a few things :- Free State Tayto, a mug of bought coffee to start the day at work and a good jam turnover for my morning tea break.

Tomorrow I’ll be like a squirrel and will start hording some FST s for the Easter break, Sunday-Tuesday. Funny thing is this break would be harder at any other time. It’s just that Lent gives me that little push.

The things I think I’ll be off long term? The sweets,the biscuits and the facebook. The only thing that might keep me on it is my rambling club. It looks like it is not  renewing the website, as it is proving an expense we can do without-according to some members.But I discovered since I came off the fb, I noticed I hardly ever used the web at all. Thus a lot more time to do other stuff.

And if this new pope should decide to do away with lent-I’ll be over at the vat house protesting.

Very short one this one –so here’s some photos of our ramble over a local mountain on Sunday.

1/2 started or 1/2 over? who cares?

Well, as I type it’s the third Sunday of lent. I suppose it’s really half way through now. So how am I getting on I hear (hear?) one person ask. I am getting on ok! Apart from Fridays. And why is Friday the tough day? Well Friday is my treat day. The day I treat myself to two cups of coffee, a tasty turnover from a good bakery, a packet of free state tayto cheese n onion, and tommy’s fish and chips. I admit when I am looking at internet at night with a mug of tea beside me I miss my collection of biscuits-not that many, only about 4 or 5. now I don’t miss the sweets at all. And I’m not missing facebook that much. In fact I noticed I am spending less time on the computer/internet because of this.

Remember I mentioned that I was told that lent is not counted on Sundays. Well I think I have worked out the theory behind this. In the biblical story Jesus was in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights. Lent lasts from ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday, still with me? That is about 47 days, six weeks and a bit. So if you minus the extra days that accounts for the Sunday thing. Now I know in Ireland we can break lent on st. patricks day. But I think those breaks are for wimps. I tend to keep some of the fast and abstinence going for a good bit past lent. I think I told this story before, once I managed to stay off sweets and chocolate for 3 years and the biscuits for another 3 or 4 months.

Must admit I am missing the jokey comments on the rambling club’s facebook page.

Incidentally today the rambling club was over by the Giants Causeway and a great day was had by all. Last week the walk was over by Buncranna in Donegal and once again a joyous time was had by most of us. Yeah you read right-“most of us.” On route there was an old airplane crash site-the crash happened in the 1940s. there was very little of the plane left, but some of the group had to see it. There was a tricky climb up to the site, but we have done worse. I found it awkward in parts, but I have done harder and I managed ok. At the top of the climb a big guy asked me how did I manage the climb-I told him I did ok. He shook his head and said that he found it particularly hard. I later found out he got into difficulty and needed help. And now he has decided to pack in the rambling. Any way on today’s walk we passed another memorial to a plane crash, from around the same time AND the plane came from the same airfield as the one over in buncranna-the airfield was in Limavady.

Looks like the kitty club from last year’s ics trip is reuniting this year again –the key members of this group met in a Donegal trip two years ago. I never thought I would be doing something like this, the whole deliberate reunion thing, as I like the surprise element. The lovely Carolyn is also going to be there, and afterwards she is heading up to Glencolmbcille in Donegal for some art/language thing for a week-so there is a chance of a meet up there too, with a bit of luck.

The rambling club is going down to lennane near galway next month for a bit of hill/mountain climbing. That is going to be a pretty hard climb-but will be god craic AND the road over to lenanne takes in the breathtakingly beautiful Delphi Valley.

I envy people that are seeing this for the first time. I remember the first time I cycled on this road, on turning a bend in the road my mouth dropped open in awe at its beauty.  The same thing applies to me envying people who hear elvis’s “Heartbreak Hotel” for the first time.

Incidentally I am actually off facebook. I did not deactivate my account-just removed from that menu bar thing and that’s why I was able to post this on it. Photos of causeway will be in another blog-or email M ok?

See you at easter

Lent, it's a catholic thing

Well-not really, as I know at least one (for want of a better term) non catholic who does the lent thing. Oh if you have ignored the heading that opening will mean nothing to you-which actually might be an advantage for yous.

Sooooo it’s that time again –the whole self sacrifice that it is “our duty” to carry out /endure/enjoy whichever way you see it. Despite being a very weak catholic I take the lent thing very seriously-I’ve been told that pubs are very empty during this period as so many people give up the drink. Sometimes I would make it tough-not because I enjoy the suffering I see it as a challenge to test my will power.

I actually see lent as a man made thing to help us give our failed new year’s resolution a second go-why not? Makes sense,it usually starts in February-good time as any to have another bash.

For anyone who does not know about lent-it is a six week period up to easter. Something to do with the 40 days and 40 nights Jesus spent in the desert, Oh when I was a kiddie I was always taught to bow my head when I say the word jesus-so if you see somebody bang his head,foot,drop a cup and they scream “JESUS!” and they bow their heads, chances are they’re catholic. The lent period starts with Ash Wednesday-were we more or less acknowledge we started as ashes (so much for my biology lessons) and we return to ashes.It ends with Easter –where we acknowledge that Cadburys are ripping us off again-crummy selection boxes at Christmas and now easter eggs-filled with the sweets we leave to the end at Christmas. Naw-course not –it’s the whole resurrection thing innit? This whole 40 days/nights thing is a kind of mistranslation as far as I know the original translation was “a long time” sooo jesus’s fasting time in desert could have been 4 or 24 hours. And the great flood could have been 100 years.

I usually go off :-sweets (candies) biscuits (cookies) crisps(potato chips) and sometimes chips (fries). See how I cater for my friends in USA-I’m bilingual. This I am also including coconut fingers, turnovers, coffee and maybe Facebook. One year I decided to go off meat-and it proved really hard, I even had nightmares at the start. I remember one where a particularly attractive girl form a car avert came up to me with plate which had a big juicy steak and golden brown chips and  said (in her sexy French accent) “Gérard-you can have this-or you can have me-choose.” And I said “No competition Nicolé.” And grabbed the plate and ran off to a table.

One year when I went off the sweets I manage to stay off them for 3 years.

In Ireland we have a tradition were we can “break the lent” on St Patrick’s day-I mean we HAVE to drown the shamrock-don’t we? I don’t do this,this is for wimps I say. Some people will argue that jafa cakes are not biscuits,crisps are not sweets and find many other excuses to –for want of a better term-bend the rules.Which is why I specify what I am off. I remember as a kiddie my mother told us that Sundays were not lent-I remember at the stroke of midnight on Saturday night my sisters would get stuck into the sweets they had be hoarding all week, and spend most of Sunday munching on their hoard.

A woman at work goes to mass every morning before coming into work-and would always try to encourage me to do this-but this is bringing religion into lent-can’t have that. What next? They’ll be make a religious thing out of easter and Christmas next.

I might do a report on the lent thing-the coffee thing could be a struggle as I treat myself to a coffee on a Friday-part of my Friday treat thing I do. I might bend the rules and check in on face book on saint Patrick’s day for 5 minutes. To see if I missed anything-or not. Munching my final packet of crisps as a type this-unfortunately could not get my beloved red tayto-had to make do with a very close 2^nd best.So off we go




http://youtu.be/jDe9rvQRHEI

to think it i rejected her for a plate of steak and chips