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Almost seems (too late to turn)

Published April 28, 2009 by Dorothy

This week’s update:

 

Fiddle wise:

 

Actually I’m not that dreadful at it. I can almost manage to play all my scale without screechy noises, and I can do the Kerry polka without mistakes if I play it really slow.Though I’m still far from playing in front of millions of fans,I’m still quite pleased with my achievement.I’m hoping I’ll be good enough to attend a workshop at the Frankie Kennedy Christmas school this winter.That would be grand.

 

Feeling wise:

 

Kinda depressed actually.A bit excited.Confused.Don’t know.

 

I mean, I’m excited about starting music lessons in Dublin and driving lessons, and being able to go out and drink Guiness till my legs wobble under me and I lose control of my arms and then I have to be thrown out of the pub because I keep spilling my drinks on other people. (I’m actually joking, it never happened, or maybe that one teeny weeny time when I was about sixteen but it doesn’t count, does it ? You’re drunk after one drink at sixteen so it’s not like I was a binge drinker or anything.)

 

But I’m going to miss the little head poking in my bedroom on my day off, “Hellooooooo!Color with me! Come sitting room!”.And I’m also going to miss singing and dancing around the kitchen with the children who can’t stop laughing and telling me I’m a silly billy( I’ll probably still play Altan and dance around singing made up Irish words on my own but you know, it’s not the same without the little monkeydoos.)And I’m definitely going to miss watching Dora the Explorer and talking with the telly, and dancing like a big idiot, singing stuff in Spanish.

 

Now is like the winter sun, its light flickers, flimsy;it is not strong enough to warm up the air around me.

 

When will spring come,bringing renewal with it,when will warmth pierce through ?

 

 

 

 

Moving wise:

 

Done a bit more packing and cleaned under the bed.Half of my stuff was under the bed actually,so I’m glad I had the idea to look at it now and not left it to the day before I leave at three o’clock in the morning (which is what I usually would do).It took me ages to take everything out.

 

Still have loads of stuff to sort out,though.Will see what happens.

 

 

Novel wise:

 

Have made a words count this afternoon, and have almost written 21000 words, not counting the spaces, and not counting the handwritten drafts, so I’m pretty rapt with that.I have managed to write the timeline for the first three chapter.Writer’s block is gone!I think it was all due to stress because of the big move.

 

 

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At night I can’t really sleep.I think and think and summon up memories from that eventful past year.

The time when we went for a walk in the country and we met these cows and the three of us spoke cow to them”MOOOOO!”.

And in the boat in West Cork, little Fairy and I holding on to each other in fright!

And I could still feel the cool little hands grabbing face between them “And I missed you when you were in Dublin”.I smiled to myself in the dark. “I’ll miss you too” I said.

Haigh!

Published April 21, 2009 by Dorothy

We went to a classic cars exhibition on Sunday with mammy daddy and the two little ones, in two of daddy’s classic sportscars.

 

What was good:

 

  • We had (in my opinion) the coolest cars,only we looked a little bit uncool when the batteries in one of them went flat and we had to get out and push it uphill.Mammy and I tried to help but we were quite useless.We pushed it like, tree inches forward and it was the end of it, we were panting and gagging and in need of cold drinks.So daddy had to beg a grandad who was only there to take a few pictures of the engine, to push the car with him. The car wouldn’t start.the only solution was to push it downhill but with all the visitors cars driving up, it was impossible. Had to abandon ship temporarily until people stopped coming in
  • It was sunny.
  • The cars were actually quite cool (not that I know anything about cars.Except how to scare the mickey out of the passengers when I drive one.)

 

 

What wasn’t so good:

 

  • Sitting on the hobbit-sized backseat of the classic Porsche. It took me approximately half an hour to get in and hallf an hour to get out.I had to duck my head and my chin was resting on my knees,and I reckon if I had had one more Twix that morning,I wouldn’t have fitted in.
  • The unfriendliness of the staff at the event. Spent the afternoon getting roared at. It started when we arrived and when daddy discovered he was a few bobs short for the entry fee and asked if he could get out of the queue and back to town to find an ATM: “No ye can’t turn round here ye have ter go forward!just gimme whatever cash ye got an get outa me way!Those bleedin tourists, they’d put years on ye!” And then I thought they were going to squish us when the car broke down in the middle of the tracks! the same lady came running as soom as she saw us getting out to push the car: “Lookit!” she yelled “Ye’re not parkin here ye mob of aul eejits!”

 

That was funny alltogether!

 

Today, day off, but not off the fiddle and the whistle! The Jig I’m learning to play on the whistle is starting to come together, and on the fiddle well, nothing is coming together really, I’m practising, to learn the fingercharts.So I just kind of play all the notes one after the other, over and over again.It is like a tune, really, it could be called “The Firoda Jig-Have you a headache yet ?-I bet Mammy regrets giving me a fiddle lesson”

 

Haha! Available in all good music stores soon!

 

After my practice I went to have a packet of Mr Tayto crisps (I won’t fit at the back of the classic car at all soon), I was crunching away thinking these crisps had some kind of unusual flavour, when I smelled my hands and realised my hands were still dusted with rosin (The resin thingy you use to powder your bow when you play the fiddle) Eww!

Well actually when I think of it, it wasn’t so bad.I’m thinking of writing to Mr Tayto and suggesting they lauch a new roisin flavour.It might be a hit with musicians.

 

Allright, I’ll head off!

 

 

 

Stay tuned.

M xx

Rainy day

Published April 17, 2009 by Dorothy

having a stay at home day today.Quite depressing-don’t know why-maybe the weather.

And you know what, there’s nothing like music practice to take your mind of things.I was practicing fiddle in the sitting room (After 397354785 hours I could play a rather terrible version of the britches full of stitches) and I was so busy worrying about my wrist inclination and my bowing and I-hope-nobody-is-going to-walk-in-on-me-and hear-that-dreadful-screeching rhat I forgot about being depressed.

here is a nice song to ornament your day,

You will notice Mairead is not playing the fiddle on that video. I can’t listen to Mairead playing the fiddle since I’ve started learning, without feeling incredibly lame 😆

ha!only kidding.I’m still addicted to Imeall!

Stay tuned, lads!

M xx

The rock of Cashel (And other adventures of this week)

Published April 14, 2009 by Dorothy
outside the building

outside the building

inside the Cathedral

inside the Cathedral

The rock of Cashel (Co Tipperary)

The rock of Cashel (Co Tipperary)

 

We went to visit the quite famous rock of Cashel (Click link for infos about it). I really enjoyed it like I enjoy visiting any historical building and the guided tour was interesting, I felt quite clever afterwards (On the phone to friends after the visit: “What, didn’t you know king Aenghus was converted by St Patrick in the 5th century in county Tipperary? Mate you really need to go back to school…”).

There was a battered aul’ cross outside the cathedral and the guide informed us that there was a legend that said if you could hop on one leg nine times around it you’d be married in the following year.Didn’t do it. Was unconvinced that hoping around on one foot, looking like an eejit in front of everyone, would help me pick up a potential husband.

The visit really inspired me loads of potential novels but nothing to help with the current novel I really want to finish before I start anything else. I have reached the 1/3 mark and I am a bit uninspired at the moment, trying to find interesting twists to the story and decide between different plotlines.At least for once I have my title already, The Green Haven, and the story is about immigrants trying to settle in Ireland with difficulty.And of course my heroine is going to be sucked into Irish music like I have been.

And….great news….I have the Fiddle!

This time I went to the shop with Fellow Nanny Donyah and I behaved myself and I did buy the fiddle. It was great fun walking around Dublin with the fiddle case pretending I was the new Mairead ni Mhaonaigh , I was like, walking fast with a  “I’ve a gig ,I’m busy”  put on face.When I was really thinking “I haven’t got a clue how to play that thingy”.Haha!

 I’ve started practicing on the fiddle and I don’t think I’m too bad at it yet, after a while I could manage to play all the notes on the fingercharts without producing glass shattering screeches. I’m a bit concerned my own playing gave me a headache this morning, though. I don’t think that’s a good sign, is it ?

Will keep you updated on my progress.

Stick around folks!

M xx

Nighty night

Published April 8, 2009 by Dorothy

00H47 : Woken by Psycho dogs Tigger and Storm who carried on barking for half an hour for no reason.Couldn’t go back to sleep.Resorted to playing “Recently purchased” playlist on Ipod.Fell back asleep to soothing Harp music found on Itunes (Cormac de Barra and Grainne Hambly).

1H29 : Forgot I had also recently purchased King of Leon album and woke up to “Sex on Fire”  blasting in my ears.

2H32 : Had strange nightmare which I don’t quite remember, all I know is at some point I woke up with a start. I can recall it involved a) Fellow French Nanny b) A giant slab of Parmesan cheese c)a wedding d)Ray Quinn e)Danny Bonaduce f) A sundried tomatoes battle.Am seriously thinking of getting professional help.

3H20: Woken by loud banging noise somewhere in giant house. Felt I had to investigate as to find out where did the noise come from.Regretted I hadn’t taken a leaf out of these housewifes in American movies’ book and thought of keeping a baseball bat under my bed at all times.Looked for kids hurlies but did not find them.Finally had to resort to knife but think Bob the Builder decorations on handle might have harmed crediblilty in case of actual encounter with burglar.Did not find source of noise.Said F**k it and went back to bed.

6H30 : Dora the Explorer clock in Little Fairy’s bedroom usually set to wake her up at around the 7H30 mark,inexplicably woke her up an hour earlier.Convinced Fairy it was still the middle of the night and she had to go back to sleep even though the sun was shining through window.

6H35 : Dora the Explorer going bleedin senile.Woke Fairy again.

7H3o: Actual wake up time. A shame. Was peacefully sleeping at last.

9Hoo: Slap on face.Opened eyes to see little face,gummy smile. “Play with Cahie ?” then frown, blue eyes darkened with concern. “Not well ? Cahie kiss you better.”

M xx

today…

Published April 4, 2009 by Dorothy

“What do you want to play the harp and the fiddle for ?” my Mam asked when I mentionned the music lessons to her.”That’ll cost you money.”

“I’ve always wanted to play the harp remember ?” I said.”Since I was little.”

“Yeah well. You wanted to be a fairy princess too.You can’t always do what you want.”

“Well maybe I can’t be a princess”(Well you never know, Harry is still single isn’t he ? I thought.But I didn’t say that aloud.) “Buuut I can buy harp and book lessons so why not ?”

“You’ve go 2000 quids for the harp, have you now?”

Well not exactly, but I’m more thinking of hiring one. It’s fairly common practice, to hire instruments that are that expansive, when you start playing.

“For all your needs, there’s mastercard” I quote very seriously to mam. My banker actually tried to talk me into getting myself a new credit card with like,3000 quids overdraft, and I think that is because I accidentally led him to believe I was a zillionaire. Either that or he was on magic mushrooms when I talked to him.

When I was back home a couple of days and went to the bank for some reason I don’t remember, he asked me if I had an account with another bank because he hadn’t heard about me in a long time, so I said yes, because I was in Australia for a little while  so I had a account with a bank there.And then I said I was in New Caledonia after that, and now in Ireland. He then asked what job I had been doing s I said,oh, you know, not much.Not much meaning unimportant jobs like waitressing and checkout chick and all,just to pay my way around. But I then realised he was starting to think that I meant I was jet setting around the world doing nothing.He started to tell me I should open a new account better suited to my needs, on which I could deposit up to 10 grands (Fat chance of me depositing 10 grands ). He then got all friendly and started telling anecdotes about his dog and his wife and the back seat of his car being too small. Without thinking I said “oh, it’s the same at the back of the Maserati”. (As I was saying in my previous posts, I’m au pair and the family owns a Maserati).

At the word “Maserati” his head jerked up.I was going to inform him it wasn’t my Maserati but then he started talking about me getting a Platinum card and so I kept my mouth shut because some things are better left unsaid isn’t that right ?

But what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, mam and the harp. Mam thinks it’s a bad idea but I so dreamed to play an instrument ever since I was a kid and I never got the opportunity.

I’m the kind of person that acts on impulses. When I want to do something, well, I do it, whatever anyone says. You have to. Your life is short, and you have only one go at it. It is yours, and not your parents’, or your mates’, or anyone elses so you should be the one shaping it, and you shouldn’t let what people think influence your choices too much.Whether it’s going to Nepal, dyeing your hair red,learn figure skating,you should go for it, I think.

I look back at my journey through life and think  “that was awesome” sometimes I think “Whatever was I thinking that day?” and sometimes “What a fiasco” and sometimes “that was great fun.”

What you don’t want is to look back and stare at an empty canvas where it all should have been.You don’t want to look back at wishes that got lost along the way,dreams drowned in being realistic and being reasonable, opportunities that drifted out of reach.You don’t want to see empty albums and wasted time and think “what a shame” and think “too late”.

 

 

 

M xx

Hey Diddle diddle,I didn’t buy my fiddle

Published April 4, 2009 by Dorothy

I don’t know what’s up with me these days,I just feel and look tired all the time,I hope I’m not coming down with something.

Yesterday morning, when I got up and looked in the mirror I gave myself a fright;my eyes were all puffy and circled with black,I looked like I’d just had a fight with Kenny Egan rather than a good night of sleep.Because I was going to Dublin I tried to conceal all that with make up, but my friends, make up is not for me.

Some girls wear it well.Like, I thought people who’s make up held together all day and always looked ready for the read carpet no matter what time it was only existed in “The young and the Restless” but that was before I met mammy’s sister aunty E.Aunty E’s make up just always look perfect, from dawn to dusk and beyond, and I really wish I was like that, effortlessly chic but it’s not at all the case. 
Mascara makes me cry and the tear make my eye liner go to shit;and the base and powder give me rash;I’m wearing this stuff right now which according to the ad “suits all skin tones for an effortlessly glowing skin”.Well, I tell you, it doesn’t suit my skin tone.It’s too light, it makes me look like a ghost.But then again, I looked like a poreless ghost and the dark circles were a tad concealed so I kept it on.I did find a color lipstick that suits me but, I have a problem:I don’t know how I do it but I eat my lipstick, I put it on, and five minutes later it has disappeared.Not to mention that one out of three times one of my eyes will be bloodshot from accidental poking with my mascara wand.
So when I wear make up on I end up looking scarier than when I don’t.Which I don’t think is right.

Anyway, I went to Dublin, to this Irish music shop to ask a few questions about the fiddles; I have already been to this other shop but the Goth shop assistant didn’t seem to have a clue about traditional music and kept calling fiddles violins which was annoying (I know, technically they are exactly the same.But still.) I walked in and there was a few trad music CDs and then all the sudden I spotted it.Imeall.Mairead ni Mhaonaigh’s solo album.I have  to explain to you why this is big deal:

It’s a limited edition, there is only 3000 copies of it, and I couldn’t find it anywhere until then.It is possible to buy it with a credit card on the net, but I have to wait till August when I go back to France to renew my expired credit card and by then, the 3000 copies would probably be gone.I have been looking desperately in every CD shop I could find and never found it and here it was! I squealed and ran and grabbed it and then danced a little reel.I’m actually very good at Irish dancing when I’m particularly happy (Note to self: Browse the internet for Irish dancing classes.You never know, I could have a talent undiscovered till now, I could be the next Mickaella Flatley and do Riverdance and become rich and famous. :lol:)Anyway the shop assistant was staring at me, whether it was because my make up made me look like I’d just walked out of Michael Jackson’s Thriller video or because I was dancing and squealing in the middle of the shop I do not know. Probably a combination of the two.So I went to pay and I totally forgot to ask about the fiddle.I’ll go buy it next week.

Talk soon folks!

stay tuned

M xx

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