James ans Laura had meetings today,but on their way they planned to look at gallery spaces, to plan color and lighting for number 5. Everyone was feeling the aftermath of the explosive amount of physical labor the day before. I want to add here that I experienced good health the whole time, and though there were times when a meal had to be delayed or out off I felt no hunger because the fellowship and progressive relational -ness here is more food to me that tangible food. The appointments and meetings and spontaneous interactions around here are so much more value than food, or the original plans of the day, or between working hard and the next thing—a second shower, something would arise…better to grab a few carrots and an apple and handful of almonds and run than to miss out on anything! The veggies here are so clean and beautiful and the meats are all really fresh and of good quality. I think they are all natural, not treated with hormones and chemicals etc…the meals we have had have been flavorful and like food should be.
So, we ate breakfast and set out toward a gallery. It was not opened yet, so we went quietly inside St Luke’s. These old churches are breathtakingly beautiful. Next stop was a sort of a bohemian thrift shop flea market called the Ferocious Mingle. The stuffed (taxidermy) monkey resembling the Phantom’s creepy little music box in Phantom of the Opera drew me in, of course! I wish it were closer to home, best suited to my tastes in clothing and decor, too bad it is three million miles away! I could have taken home dresses and dresses and a chandelier made for only candles…it was MY kind of stuff! Laura and I temporarily went into shopping la-la land while James checked out a small part of the place that was a stage area … there is music everywhere in this city!
The gallery was opened, and we looked at the exhibit. Next stop was to drop me off, and then James and Laura had a meeting at someones request…lots of relational interactions, and they make themselves very approachable and available. This is why so much progress has been made in just none year here. The drop off was at one more gallery, the Chester Beatty Library, (museum.) http://www.cbl.ie/Exhibitions/Permanent-Exhibitions.aspx It is one thing to read about papyrus being used for paper, it is quite another to see ancient manuscripts carefully preserved and light in such a way you could see the texture and just about imagine the feel./…I was transfixed, and that was right where they left me for the day.
I left that place and went to the park that is also part of the Dublin Castle grounds. I had lunch in the shade of a slab or marble, and sitting against it’s coolness. I have experienced summer-like clear weather this whole time…everyone is commenting how unusual it is. Most are wearing long sleeves, but long sleeves were too much for me.It was fun to just sit there and have lunch,and journal about my day so far, and all my thoughts. Not ALL my thoughts are in this informative blog. Many of my thought were about how it fells to be a stranger in a foreign land.
After this, I tried to go to a Cathedral, that Laura really wanted me to see, and it was closed. I meandered through Trinity College, hoping to see the Book of Kells, but the line was too long and the hour was late. I searched for the statue of the great grandfather of a friend,to take a photo, but did not find it on the campus. I came out of Trinity Campus a little disoriented. I had wanted to crossover the Liffey and get to the Abbey Church area to tour the writers museum, but instead I went the wrong direction into Temple Bar…ok…except from then on it seemed I kept going the wrong direction, and when it came to asking for help, I was given either wrong redirection, or just did not follow them well. I ended up going so far out of town that I had to turn back, and cross the Harp Bridge—which it the last bridge in Dublin city! After crossing that bridge, I wanted to see the set of statures called the famine figures, i totally missed those. I thought I ought to do some shopping, and I wanted to pick up a small token for each of my kids, and a friend’s daughter…fail… mostly, then it took me hours to get back to Smithfiled. I finally got to Jervis shopping center and picked up groceries, then took the Bravely took the LUAS to Smithfiled. OH well, I got the makings for that night’s dinner and Sunday dinner as well.
When i got home, there was a story to tell…how I got lost they did not know. I was not really tired, though i should have been. I was not mad that everything I set out to see, from the time we parted in the ancient manuscripts where I was in awe, I did not see one thing I wanted to see, but spent from who knows when to who knows when just trying to get back to home base. For some reason it just felt good to try, and also persevere.
So, the thought was about dinner, I was definitely feeling hunger. James was out or soon out to do a sound check down the street at the Cobblestone, so we delayed dinner until later, or I was starting dinner (Dinner and dishes were like the only thing I could effectively attempt to do as a blessing, as so much that needs done were things I could not do, like their communications and meetings —all relational things. Little did i know that I was about to enter that realm as well, because on the way down James ran into the two delightful people we had been with during language night. He sent them up, because his gig at the Cobblestone https://www.facebook.com/thecobblestone was going to be very late. They brought wine and chocolate, and immediately added to that was the board with cheese and crackers…and I was not sure what to do with dinner…at first I put it aside, and we watched some music videos on the terrace that were brought, and talked about them, with a glass of wine and the nibbles. Then it became a little chill, so we came in and I finished dinner…OH it was fun when they tried my baked sweet potatoe chips (US not chips but fries) and a version of garlic lime chicken that turned out to be more paprika lime chicken…my Russian friend really liked that…funny but i think I would rather have my cooking accepted than even me, but he is a chum now to in both of those ways, it was delightful to see them again, and to break bread. I want so much to do more of this at home, and am so determined more than ever to have an open heart and home for all kinds of people. With a large family, I host family often, but I am determined to take it to this level way more than I do…I have had such effectual inspiration here.
Our friends had to be going, and with one phone call or test, it was time to go to the pub. The first group was a blugrass group, and the singer arrived at curtain time and breathlessness, but she definately had enough breath…loved it! We popped out to the other door of the pub, as it is divided in half, so locals can hear local bands like the Prairie Dawgs https://www.facebook.com/dawgs.prairie and Sliding PK and the Junkyard orchestra, https://www.facebook.com/pages/Slidin-PK-and-The-Band/196366457062223 (see James On Trombone–and with the accordion at his feet… awesome!) and trad, or traditional music. The trad music was a bagpipe with a smaller almost invisible bag Called Uilleann pipe http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cillian_Vallely_on_Uilleann_Pipes.jpg ….and an Irish wooden flute,( no not a a penny whistle) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1zaRGafxZI violin and something else now i forget—Here is another example of how I did not take my camera. the truth is, that I do not like to treat people like an animal exhibition…and I often just leave my camera thinking i do not want to be a dweeb tourist…but thankfully links can be had for so many things.
It was so great, as in so many things I had experienced so far, to actually see and hear the things that James and Laura talk about on their blog http://jimandlaura.org . The music was both familiar and original, cover and originals…that is an awkward way to say it, using the words familiar and cover…aww just go see the website and listen for yourself, you will know what i mean! Sliding PK uses a unique technique of slide guitar…here all this time i thought it was some kind of all trombone band. James did trombone. Now about James and musical Instruments etc..I will cover that later. The set lasted till about 1 am, and as it was just down the block from home< Laura and I helped lug instruments to the apartment, and James went back to fetch more, and some of his instruments are stored at CORE where he also helps with maintenance and grounds, and has a key and rehearsals for the band are permitted…so he has a stash there. I regret not sitting still and quiet enough (my bad, and just the way life is here in the very fruitful interaction zone!!!) to get photos of James and Laura Apartment. Especially Laura’s canvases and James Instruments. I saw one trombone, on a stand, but not the one that he used that night, another larger one, and also an cello, and mandolin, and a ukulele at the house…I found out he has a degree in music…and here i thought he was just a horologist! NO! he does not read palms! Horologists fix watches and clocks! he makes door stops out of old clock parts, and can fix, (or destroy) just about anything. Laura is an absolute saint to live with someone who knows too much and knows that he knows too much—they are very fun to be with…made me smile and laugh out loud to hear them talk and sometimes banter in fun! Seemed familiar…we do this at home.
Speaking of home, Laura let me use her computer to check in on things at home, or i think i would have been days into severe homesickness at this point. This was the day my daughter had her first pointe class. Her Daddy fielded a last minute switch of shoes and other ballet moms who are dear friends sewed on her ribbons, and sent photos of the other girls teacher her how to properly put lace them round her ankles…This was along day…when I was asleep it was already the next day! And I am sure that I missed some things.