Edits by Eadaoin.
A huge storm-the tail of a Bermudan hurricane-ran in off the Atlantic a few days ago.
She was apparently hungry.
The past few months have been ones of continual-and cumulatively large-changes in the status quo of my life. As much as I tell all of my friends in dire straits “this too shall pass,” it has been jarring to realize that the same thing has happened in my own. On Friday night I attended the formal launch of the Tuairisc.ie website at the Mansion House on Dawson Street. I’ve spent the last few weeks working with the team of this Irish language news and opinion website both remotely and at their offices in Barna after I was sub-subcontracted to develop portions of the backend. By the end of the work I had had an influential say in the appearance of elements of the site. I was mentioned by name twice to Irish national media in a speech given at the launch event. At the moment that the site actually went live, I was the person who quietly flipped the switch while the actors gesticulated on stage.
I swept out of the Mansion House with with Eadaoin after all of the speeches were said and done, for dinner with Eadaoin at Yamamori on the quays. I had even made reservations in advance! I feel adult and capable as I never had in the past. I made plans, came to decisions, acted on them and finally reaped the satisfaction of the rewards. At last I feel like I’ve stepped out of the shadow of my awful ex-wife’s punishment of independent action.
But right now I’m tired; there was a straight twenty four hour-long grind to finish the site and input content before the launch event, and I walked back and forth around Dublin yesterday for a good six or seven hours. I’m tired, but I’m good and whole as I haven’t been in a very long time.
Dem grey hairs