Taco Tuesday

OK, no tacos. This is the 465th blog post. There have been 1,313 comments. Keep ’em coming. Uneventful but pleasant Tuesday. Nice sunny day.

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Walks as usual in the morning. Can you spot the fixer upper I could buy and rehab? Bad building on a prime site. The cat in the window is at Elaine’s hair stylist’s shop. It’s on Dykegate Lane (pronounced Daggot). The second pic is from our backyard looking down the backside of Ard Na Mara.

Then we took a ride up to Conor Pass. Good views but a bit hazy. Can you see Dingle? Can you identify Harp Lake?

Lunch was at home. More shopping in the afternoon. Had to fill the wine cellar. And we stopped at Jerry Kennedy’s Butcher Shop. We bought some pork chops and some lamb sausages. I LOVE those lamb sausages. Dinner was at home – lamb sausages (of course) on the barbeque with fresh broccoli and scalloped potatoes. (That’s, of course, after figuring out the intricacies of a new bbq grill – a big one with SIX burners and a side burner for a pan.)

We rarely venture out after dinner at home, but we headed into the Dingle Pub to listen to our friend Richie O’Brien, the lead singer and guitarist with Dreams of Freedom. And we had up close seats to watch David Geaney, the publican Tom’s son, dance in his magical way as Richie sings “Galway Girl” (which was written by an Englishman, Ed Sheeran). My request from Richie was “Grace” about a young Irish Protestant girl who converted to Catholicism to marry her love, Joseph Plunkett, an Irish republican. They were to be married Easter Day 1916. Alas, that was the Easter Uprising and Plunkett was arrested and imprisoned in Kilmainham Jail and sentenced to death. A priest got Graced admitted into the prison to marry Joseph. The next morning he was executed. Grace never remarried. Listen to the song here.