Bags of Sandwiches
1 September Thursday
The shoe shop had a special tiered round table with shoes on display. The shoes were displayed sitting on copies of the Encyclopedia Britannica. The volumes were used and a bit grubby. They were not really old like antique old, they were just handled copies. I wonder if homes still have shelved sets of encyclopedias. The woman in the shop told an admiring customer that it was her Back to School Display.
31 August Wednesday
The blackberries are slowing me down. There are so many coming ripe that even a short walk demands a lot of time for sampling and nibbling. There are so many different varieties growing side by side. I have not even started to walk with a bag or a container yet. I just eat as I go.
30 August Tuesday
Campbell’s Perfect Tea. The name says it all. It is a delicious tea which never tastes bitter and and it comes in a round tin which is yellow and short and fat. I do not think anyone throws away a Campbell’s tin. After the tea is used up, the tin can be used for pencils and pens, or nails or string or biscuits or any number of things. The lid fits tight. I have tins in the book barn and older, slightly rusty ones in the shed. They are always useful. The tin can be used to hold a different brand of tea, or even tea bags. I have two tins in the kitchen. I always have two tins in the kitchen. One sits on top of the other. One is full of loose tea and one is full of coffee beans. When people ask if I prefer Lyons tea or Barry’s tea they never include Campbell’s in the question. The question is an either or kind of question. I am not sure if that is only around here. Maybe Campbell’s is more popular in other parts of the country. I am noticing that it is more and more difficult to find and buy a tin of Campbell’s Perfect Tea than it used to be.
29 August Monday
In 2007 permission was granted to build a new runway at Dublin airport. Nothing happened. Now it is being discussed again. They say building will begin next year and it will be up and running in 2020. I am confused. I thought the runway had already been built. There was some excitement a few years ago. I thought it was because of a new runway. It must have been something else. Whatever it was, the airport authorities decided that something needed celebrating. They accompanied the first plane to land, maybe from a new route(?), with several fire engines that raced along beside the plane with sirens screaming and lights flashing. The passengers inside the plane knew nothing of the celebration. They were terrified.
Today the two brothers from Skibbereen who won silver medals at the Olympics flew home. The pilot invited them up into the cockpit for the landing in Dublin. He told them”It’s All Going To Be Massive, Lads!” As the plane landed it was blasted with water cannons. That was the celebration. The airport itself was full of busloads of people who had been driven 4 1/2 hours up from Cork for the welcome. The whole rowing club and loads of other people were there. There was cheering and singing and applauding. Then everyone got back on the buses to head back to Skibbereen. The return would take them 4 1/2 hours again but they had bags of sandwiches on board and a huge party waiting when they arrived.
28 August Sunday
Nellie knew she did not have the whole story. She did not have the whole story but she was determined that she would have the whole story before long. She kept muttering “I am looking for More Meat on this Stick.”
27 August Saturday
The old man walked with a lot of puffing and with a kind of twisting of his upper body up from the torso. It was hard work for him to cover much distance even walking with a stick. He carried a paper bag with handles which he plopped down onto Jim and Keith’s table at the market. The bag was full of sweet peas. He said it was every last sweet pea from his garden because he liked to get them in before a frost so here they were all together in one place. He told Keith to sell them or to give them away as he had no use for them at all and he did not want them dying anywhere where he could see them. He did not want to have to cut them down when they were dead. Keith knew that it was rather early to be worrying about a frost but he said nothing about that. He just said Thank You. The man turned and left immediately. Keith knew that this was the first year ever that I have failed to plant sweet peas. He knows I love sweet peas and that I have been missing them. He offered me the entire bag of blossoms. I suggested that I take a few and leave some for other people. Keith said that would not work and there would just be a mess. He was right. When I got home and opened the paper bag there was then a plastic bag full of wads of wet paper towel. The stems were very short. There were a few long stems but mostly they were cut too short to be of much use to anyone. I managed to get all the flowers crammed into small jars and glasses of water. I now have ELEVEN containers full of sweet peas. The smell is too much. I shall have to move them all around the house. I love the smell of sweet peas but this is an entire summer’s worth of sweet smell in one room at one time. As wonderful as it is, it is too much.
26 August Friday
The slugs are out. They are out and they are in. It might be the cooler evenings. I am finding slugs on the sink and slugs on the bathroom wall and slugs on the mirror and last night there was one tiny slug on my toothbrush. It is a good idea to close the windows early in the evening to avoid encouraging more slug traffic.