Memory's a weird thing

Last Thursday was the third anniversary of my grandma Mary’s passing. I forgot about it, or rather, I’d pushed it out of my mind and didn’t remember until Tuesday.

Home routine, behold!

Little Mary, this morning: I licked your face, and you smell of fish, so I love you even more.

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Yesterday marked the anniversary of my first visit to Ireland, eight years ago. When I was thinking about migration (not that I gave it much serious thought, I was happy enough, had a decent job), my destination of choice were Canada (been there in 2011), or Sweden (still waiting on that one), or Germany (as the most logical place to relocate). I'd never have guessed, back in 2015, where I would be ten years later.

We had a Sturgeon Moon last night.
I stayed up late and read about it, but was too deep in my own world to look outside. That's what my husband's absence does to my Brain – I drift from reality. But that's that. It was Fred's last night in town. Today we had a lovely afternoon coffee in Costa, than fed the Dog, cleaned the house, locked the door, and finito. Home routine, behold!

Below, said coffee in Costa in the evening sun.

Six years

Truly a spring day in its bloom. Fred at work, me at home; I did some laundry, went out to the back garden and while changing the water in a bowl for the birds, I decided to go for a walk. Since it was rather early, not many people were on the beach. Good. I stopped by a local coffee shop, bought a flat white, then walked as far as to the "crocodiles" (weird rock formations resembling crocodiles' backs sticking out of the sand); I was standing there, a bit lost in thoughts, sipping my coffee, when I spotted Michelle coming my way. What a lovely woman, always smiling, always with some kind words. Chatted for a few minutes about how fortunate we are to live here, in this lovely village, surrounded by such stunning landscapes. 

Today, six years ago, Fred proposed to me at King John’s Pier in Carlingford. 

Below: my coffee, and Michelle dissappearing behind the rocks.