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A Soft Day

12/17/2017

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​"Majella" - mixed media on wood, 18" x 6".  Inquiries.  Available at the Olive Stack Gallery.
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The leaving is so hard...my .sweet guests made their way home yesterday, even as Damian Stack, Mary O'Flaherty, Olive Stack and myself sang "Leaving on a Jet Plane" as they departed from the gallery late in the day.  Two hearts leaving a little piece of themselves here in lovely Listowel.

But life marches on, and Bridget and I spent seven hours (SEVEN HOURS!!!!) painting magical abstracts in the studio. It was ABSTRACT MADNESS, I tell you!  Joy over joy over joy.  There is no greater pleasure than following the muse all day long, tra-la-la, fiddle-dee-dee because life is our oyster and painting is what we do!  It left me feeling quite magnificent, as Bridget (who swears she never painted before) is a natural master of abstracts, and so I also felt like a masterful teacher.  Even though it was fairies making the whole thing work (well, fairies and PURPLE SNACKS, a whole new treat I had never tasted before!)...anyway, magic was made and it softened the sadness of dear ones leaving on a jet plane.
Our darling Carolyn did manage to squeeze in a marathon elfing session at the Lartigue Monorail and Polar Express before she left Listowel.  I know a certain choir was happy for her enthusiastic singing and sincere elfing around.  

​I had a quiet dinner at the Horseshoe Pub, where a holiday meal was on the menu and Christmas merrymakers were all around.  Holiday parties are a serious affair here!  I wondered at the ability of Irish women to wear incredible sparkly high-heels in the cold and rain.
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It is a "soft" day here, with clouds and mist and softly falling drizzle.  The perfect day to mind the gallery, paint and get ready for new guests tomorrow.  

I will leave you with this bit of knowledge, courtesy of the great philosophers at the 6 to 9 Club at John B's - in Ireland a woman is never called a whore, but a man is called a hoor (which can also mean whore, but is a "difficult or unpleasant thing").  And here is John B himself expound on how to properly use the word.
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Moss Mahony
12/17/2017 04:39:34 am

Sorry to see your friends leave, but it looks like they had a great time and enjoyed themselves. Do you know that there is a special way to eat a purple snack bar? You will have to ask someone who likes candy and treats to show you.F&W

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jen
12/17/2017 05:02:29 am

Moss, they had a marvelous time, indeed! And NO WAY! I didn't know! I hope someone will show me how to properly eat a purple snack bar. F&W

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Carlstoveland
12/17/2017 09:46:44 am

Oh my! A full day pushing paint around. What a treat. Enjoy the quiet before your next visitors.

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jen
12/17/2017 10:08:26 am

Carl, the rumors are true. I am a paint-pusher. There. I feel better for having confessed. :)

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Carol Edan link
12/17/2017 10:16:22 am

WOW seven hours ... can't imagine that block of time!! Thanks for tip about the supermarket chain. Will go back and listen a second time round. John B? Are they speaking English? Could hardly understand a word...Majella all dressed up for a skiing party? Hey there, can hardly keep up party,painting, any time for sleep?

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jen
12/17/2017 10:49:45 am

Carol! Ha ha! They are speaking English, but with an Irish brogue. It is enchanting, the lilt, the singing of the words...

As for sleep, there is time enough for that when I go home in 10 days. Then I just might sleep for a week!

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Dotty Seiter link
12/19/2017 06:45:39 am

Jen, the softnesses are so sweet—in clouds, mist, drizzle, and Majella.

Thank you for your many sharings of local culture, including hoorticulture : )

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jen
12/19/2017 07:08:11 am

HOORTICULTURE! haaaaa! You are killing me! How perfect. Thank you for the gift of that word!!

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