The Bed Push
5 December Friday
There is a Bed Push schedualed for Saturday. People are planning to push a bed along the road from Goatenbridge to Ardfinnan. Or maybe it is from Ardfinnan to Goatenbridge. I assume the people pushing the bed will take turns. I do not think one person will be doing all of the pushing. I wonder if the bed will be fully made with sheets and blankets and pillows or if it just be a bare mattress on a frame. I trust the bed will be on wheels. The Bed Push is in memory of a young boy who died a few months ago. He had had heart problems since birth. Last spring he had an operation. Everyone was pleased to learn that the operation was successful. Sadly something was not right and a few months later the boy died. He was only about 12. So now there is to be this Bed Push in his memory. Hanging beside the small poster there is a form. People are invited to write their names and to pledge some money. I do not understand what the money is for nor how this boy’s memory will be helped by pushing a bed for 8 kilometers. Maybe there are large medical bills and the fundraising is to help the family with the expenses. Maybe the fundraising is for the hospital where he spent time. Maybe it is the boys birthday and it is a way to ensure that he is not forgotten. I spoke to several people and no one seemed to know what was going on. We all agreed that the death of such a young boy was a tragedy. We were also in agreement in our hope that it will not rain on the Bed Push. We noted that things are slow enough along that windy road what with tractors and farm vehicles. Getting behind a bed being pushed by people will slow things down to a crawl. The road from Ardfinnan to Goatenbridge is a road to avoid tomorrow.
4 December Thursday
The stream down below flooded during the recent heavy rains. The water in the stream came up and over the crossing area. The vegetation is all lying down flat and some plants have been pulled right out of the ground by their roots. The exposed parts of the nettles, wild irises and long grasses are all pale and sickly green, unlike the dark and bright green of their higher parts. The pale whitish green bits are the places which were not exposed. Maybe they were underground. There is not a plant still standing upright. The two pallets which we were using as a bridge to cross over the swampy places have been thrown a few metres away by the power of the rushing water. Now there is no chance to not go through swampy bits. Everywhere is a swampy bit. Everywhere is wet and both the water and the mud are deep. The only way to cross if we want to walk up the Mass Path is to sink in deep and get wet. How wet we get depends on the height of our boots. All of the plants are stretched out from left to right which makes the whole area look like it has been combed with a huge toothy comb.
3 December Wednesday
The Village Lottery has still not been won. The jackpot is now up to 9650 euro. Every week it creeps up a bit. People are only buying tickets for one euro a chance and some of the money has to go to the GAA organization which does the organizing. I do not know how the funds get divided. Maybe it is half and half. Every week a few people win the Lucky Numbers. That keeps the excitement building. It keeps everyone involved. A Lucky Number might be 10 or 25 or even 75 euro depending how many people have to share it. As it gets closer to Christmas and the jackpot gets bigger, more and more people are buying their tickets and hoping to win.