Sunshine, its like a drug
It is another lovely day, nothing to get too excited about, but everyone is going around like its 25 degress in the shade and smiling so who am I to argue? The weather really does lift peoples moods though. For example yesterday I was a tad early for a dentists appointment. Okay, really early. The appointment was for 8.45. What time was I up at Grafton Street at? 8.10! A combination of fast clocks and my need to be early for everything ended up with me sitting in Stephen’s Green Park at 8.15
pondering life. With the ducks for company. Ducks who seemed to understand my apprehension at sitting on a cold seat and the impending kidney affection. In fact I could have swore one of them qaucked “Get off the seat ya mad bint or you’ll be sick” I was too immersed in nature to care. Its funny, I was watching people walk past , deep in a phone conversation or their music and walking past this lovely setting as if they passed it everyday. Oh wait, they do. But still. I work in a park , have worked here for the last 3 years and I still pause and take in the sea, the lakes, the fountains and the mad cats that get bigger by the day. So I sat and pondered bringing Juno up here for the day and taking some pics when its as quiet. Any other time of the day the place is teeming with people. I wonder what we are going to do for some greenery when they tear it up for the metro line. I also pondered whether the ducks ever get sick of it and long for some city living, like wandering through Temple Bar or busking. That said I would stop in my tracks if I passed a duck busking in Temple Bar. Although of a weekend night you could see stranger things. Also how would a duck hold a guitar? I suppose it could do drums with its webbed feet but still it would be a hard one. A whistle?
The dentist trip wasn’t traumatic, mainly because my dentist is a bit mad but lovely. I’d prefer mad to suicidal. Job done and I strolled through town soaking up some of the atmosphere of people racing to work. Twas fab. I also remembered to drop into the docs and pick up the last of my blood tests. We’re now all set for the clinic, whenever they ring. I wish they would ring soon so we can get an idea of times. We can’t book anything or think about holidays until we know what day they want my redeemed ovaries and me down there. I’m excited and nervous. The body is getting in some sort of shape finally. I’ve been training a good bit as excercise keeps the stress levels down. I’ve also all stocked up on vitamin B and folic acid. I’m not quite at the my body is a temple and must be looked after yet, but am getting there. I keep seeing pregnant women everywhere. Like the sixth sense. I see pregant people. Except other people see them too so I don’t think Hollywood will snap up my story anytime soon.
Tonight we are out with the rentals. Its our turn to treat them to dinner and we are heading to La Peniche. I think I mentioned it before but with the weather being so nice and perhaps staying this nice, it will make the meal all the better. Not that I think
we’ll be eating outside. That would be madness! Mammy2 reckons the parents are going to try and pay for this one. Pfft, she hasn’t seen me in get the bill early action. Its something I perfected when myself and Mam used to go out. Mam was always easy to pull a fast one. Whilst she was looking in her handbag, I was at the cash register. So I reckon we can pull this one off. Its the least we can do for them after they brought us all off for a fully paid weekend. And with the father in law’s birthday looming next week, it can be considered a double celebration. From looking at the pics on their website, everyone seems to be having a good time. AND there are female sailors. Not that I would be actively drooling whilst with Mammy2 and her parents. I have some sense of decorum. Just about 
