Back in Dublin to send Taken to the editor. Box ticked btw. Take that, WIP! (And thanks, betas. You all rock!)
Things I’ve learned in the new place.
- Everyone on the same stretch of road as us shares the exact same address – yet the postman knew exactly where to send the last tenant’s post, my post, and my OH’s post this week. Secret super power. *Nods*
- Our stretch of road is the only place in the village (I keep saying village in a Welsh accent) without broadband.
- The water is gank. Stupid iron. Even the filtered water is awful. No more nice green tea for me.
I came home and had about three massive cups in a row just to make up for the disappointment. - Never lie on the grass if you don’t like insects crawling down your top.
- Five minutes down the road in a rural place is not equal to five minutes down the road in Dublin city. Not even close.
- Everyone knows your car doesn’t belong there. People think it’s weird if you stay home all day, especially if you. Can’t. Even. Drive. *Shocked Eyes* I think I’m going to be the eccentric one in the village. Score!
- School starts a half hour later than in Dublin. Yay!
- I can’t play football in a pair of converse without them flying off. Leaving them off is probably not the solution (see number 4 for a clue). Nor is letting the big dog play. Her head + my knees = crippling pain.
- Hurling is king. *Hides football*
- I am not a country girl.
The kids have learned what sunburn is. Even if they were convinced that the sunburn victim’s pink arm was caused by a bluebottle landing on him. They remain suspicious. My sun-cream obsession has now worsened.
Hanging around for a few days to get some bizniz done then I’m heading off again.
It’s really going to take some getting used to, but you’ll eventually get it, I think. I live out in the country and love it. But I do have broadband, so that’s a plus. The worst thing about living in the country is definitely the bugs. *shivers* They all love to bite me.
And yay about Taken!
Ha. It kind of feels like a holiday when I’m there. Although that will probably change when school starts – apparently my family is going to make up the majority of the non-Catholics there.
I like the quiet and lack of neighbours, and I don’t mind the broadband blackout. I’m a little scared about the winter (and the tiny, scary roads). I get really cold there. But I am absolutely terrified that one of the kids or dogs will squeeze through the gate and get knocked down. I have too much time to think sometimes. Lol.
The insect situation is INSANE. In Dublin we have bluebottles and ants, mostly. If I sit in a park, I might see an occasional fly or a spider. But in the new place there are insects I’ve never even seen before. And the midges seem to have a secret club in our garden. Also, slugs and snails. There are tiny snails all over the front door and our dog’s water bowls keep getting invaded by slugs. I keep bringing the kids on “adventures” to check out all the miniature wildlife.
I won’t even mention the dragonfly that has it in for me. *Shudders*
Poor Claire!!! I don’t even know where to begin. Hugs!!!!
Still sounding like rural Michigan. Except for the water. Instead of Iron, it’s sulfur. Ummm….yeah. I have city water where I’m at but I have friends that don’t. I can’t imagine trying to bathe in water that smells like rotten eggs. Gag! Slugs are soooo gross! I know they make stuff to get rid of them, but I’m afraid to use it. We get them bad around here. I don’t if it will get better, but you’ll get used to some of it…eventually. Here’s another Hug until you do!
Lol. I’m relatively sure the invasion of the slugs won’t kill me. Not yet anyway.
Ew @ sulfur water. Triple Ew. Note to self: never move to rural Michigan! I still have a sense of smell like a pregnant woman – rotten egg smells would so *not* work for me.
I’ve enjoyed your stories and are anxiously and patiently awaiting others. I live in the US south but four generations back Irish. My ancestrial grandfather married a native American. I have a lot of his traits and have always wished to visit Ireland one day.
Thanks CJ. That’s some pretty cool ancestry!
Maybe one day you’ll get your wish.