Thursday, September 25, 2008
Today's Complaint: Much too tired.
Day started with oldest son asking me if I would grow old and die. He had the decency to profess sadness when I confirmed my sell by date. But, as only 7 years olds can, he moved swiftly on.
Irritatingly the kids were on a half day from school. When they got home, much too early for my liking, I tried ignoring them. When that didn't work I shouted at them. Continued to labour under the illusion that I am doing a much better job than my parents did.
Highlight of the day was a trip to Farmleigh for an evening of poetry. Good old Dermo, (aka Dermot Bolger) was hosting an evening of readings from the upcoming book - County Lives. Seeing as I move in such lofty literary circles I knew a good number of the readers, Niamh Bagnell, Colm Keegan, David Mohan, Eileen Casey to name but a few. And perhaps I'm just biased but I do think the Lucan Writers posse stood out - class acts the lot of them.
(Visit www.Lucanwriters.ie )
And if only I wasn't completely bitter and twisted about their success then maybe I'd have enjoyed myself more.