Tribes

Yesterday, at Lidl we met migrants form IPAS, a big crowd of people looking very distinctly non-irish, with very dirty, heavy boots, and them trolleys filled with goods to the brink. Was wondering what they think of us, passers-by, obviously better rooted in the reality. We are like three different tribes, the locals, us (the people who pretend to be locals, creating hundreds of subtribes), and them, visually different, still hanging in between.

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.