All posts for the month May, 2009

Come so far (got so far to go)

Published May 29, 2009 by Dorothy

Seems like I have a million things to organize, and the most urgent is my trip back to France for August.It’s annoying the mickey out of me, particularly the flight booking part.I was on the website yesterday. Dublin-Nantes, 0 euros, it said.Delighted, I clicked to book the flight.The next page said.

Flights………………………………0 euros

Taxes……………………………….55.95 euros

Very well, I thought.I knew it couldn’t be completely free.A bit bugged but still.clcked on to next page.

Are you carrying sport equipment or musical instrument ? tick box.I ticked (carrying the fiddle)

Flights………………………………0 euros

Taxes……………………………….55.95 euros

1 instrument Violin…………….60 euros

Now really peeved but no choice.clicked to next page.

Flights………………………………0 euros

Taxes……………………………….55.95 euros

1 instrument Violin…………….60 euros

Compulsory insurance…………10 euros

What ? (felt like smashing something).Click on to next page.

Select payment method (Visa/mastercard).


Flights………………………………0 euros

Taxes……………………………….55.95 euros

1 instrument Violin…………….60 euros

Compulsory insurance…………10 euros

handling credit card fees………5 euros

total………………………………….fucking zillions,you didn’t really believe it was free you eejit did you ? And thanks for booking with us!

But anyway.that’s one job done at least.Now have to manage the re-inscription to school (ten month left to study and it’s the end of it!Yay!given that I manage not to spend the year studying and not getting pissed with the expat Aussies club) and probably the inscriptions to fiddle lessons, and the dancing shoes, and the driving lessons.

I have a sudden rush of energy wanting to do all kind of random things, and I’m not sure where it comes from.I’m all over the place joining groups and clubs and taking lessons.

I think my lack of real roots as affected me.Being born between two countries, neither of wich feels really like “my country” , neither of which feels like me,has just always affected my sense of self, of where do I belong where am I meant to live with, who am I, really.

I think realising I’m reaching my mid twenties and do not have the answers to those questions is starting to bug me; and it is sending me into a frenzy of exploring new places reinventing myself as a dancer or a musician, a photograph,or a comedian..I want to try morphing into various things,until one i find the shape that suits me.

As usual,I named my post after a song(from Hairspray),and here’s the youtube video. (the song will remind Noelle of some memories…I can very clearly see the flat in Magenta, and the view from the window, of that chain of mountains that has blossomed in the sea,whenever I hear this song)




Wind of change

Published May 22, 2009 by Dorothy

Hello faithful readers ! You were wondering, hey, you were biting your nails wondering where I had gone and why I wasn’t writing anymore! (Or more probably you didn’t give two s***s,ha).

Anyway,I will tell you what I have been up to, so many new things are happening, I don’t know where to start.

1) Move to Dublin: Mission accomplished.

I have three kiddies to mind as a job for the summer.As you will have noticed,I hardly ever give real names on that blog, I think nicknames are more funky and I want to preserve the people I write about’s privacy.These boys have supercool rock dudes hairdo,a bit like the Beatles! so there, I will nickname the eldest Ringo and the next Macca.For the little baby boy he reminds me of Tommy Pickles from the rugrats when he hangs around in his tee and little nappy, so let’s call him Tommy Pickles.

New  house is superclose to the city centre,close enough to go to Eason for no reason everyday (Am addicted to bookshop.Not sure it is healthy) ,although not close enough to have drunk people barfing and wrestling under my window at 3am every week end.Cool.

2) Sign up for music school:Mission accomplished.

I am a bit nervous about that one.Given that I get all nervous and can’t play properly when just one person is in the room with me,I wonder how I will do in front of a whole class ? Just hope I won’t make too much of an eejit out of myself, is all 🙂 but am totally excited about having an excuse to walk around the streets with the fiddle case again (have to find myself some sticker saying stuff like “Ballyshannon Tradfest” or “Fiddler’s green Festival 2006” and stick them on the fiddle case so everyone will think I’m so cool and I have been doing gigs all other the place).

3)Transferring all stuff from Castlecomer to Dublin:Misson accomplished

Janey Mack!Who knew I had so much stuff ? I thought it would all fit in a couple of suitcases, well:error.

I had three suitcases, and no,all  my  stuff didn’t fit in those, so I had to use two ginormous rubbish bags to pack the rest. Aren’t I travelling in style, I ask you ? Anyway, the main thing is, it’s all here,even though I’ kinda wondering how am I going to move it again in August when I have to.I’m going to invest in Hermes luggage.I’m so not using the rubbish bags again.

4)Waxing upper lip:mission failed.

I have had the project to wax that annoying mini moustache for a while but was a bit worried.I bought a pack of facial waxing strips 3973538 years ago and carried it around with me, but never found it in me to use it; finally, after having a look at myself  in the mirror today and fingering the thick fur above my lip, I decided I’d wax it , and right now.

On the box they say it’s easy to use.Just apply the strip, warm wax with your hand,pull, and the hair is gone.Well you know what, I did everything they said,applied the stip, warmed, pulled, and the hair wasn’t gone.The wax, on the other hand, had come off the strip and was stuck on my face.I tried rubbing it off, but no, wouldn’t come off.

Went in the shower.Directed the jet of red hot water on the wax.Was able to rub a micro bit off.wax kinda melted and spread to my cheek.Half my face was now covered in blue wax.Came out the shower.Looked in the mirror.Made mental note- I’d do a good smurf (schtroumf), have to audition if ever Hollywood makes a film version.This could be my big break.No kidding. )

Finally almost all the wax came off after about an hour of relentless rubbing.Skin was now red instead of blue, and still had bizarre shine about it. Was kind of an improvement though. “You’re all sticky” Macca said when he saw me.”Have you been eating sweets ?”. Decided I would go to a professional next time I want to try waxing.

Now I’m not sure you’ve noticed but have been naming my posts after songs.Wind of change is from the band Scorpions-have a listen,

Nice day to you!

M xx

Here,There and Everywhere

Published May 6, 2009 by Dorothy

So that’s it, I’m leaving on friday.

Yesterday I was all over Dublin trying to find going away presents for Mammy and Daddy (The childen are easy to buy presents for, but mammy and daddy,it’s a different story). I settled for a book for mammy (I hope she doesn’t have it already) and a DVD about Ireland for daddy.(I know, everybody told me it’s a dumb idea, who would like to see on DVD the place you already live in and see everyday ? But it’s a very interesting dvd with good images,and interesting commentary.I know because I’ve watched it myself, and I did like it.And no, I’m not a nerdy moron.)

Anyway, after that I went  to the gift bag section of eason.The gift bags were either ginormous or tiny,I couldn’t find anything that was the right size.I eventually found the one and only bag that was the exact size of daddy’s DVD but the pastel blue color put me off a bit.I didn’t buy it in the end.Anyway, I’m almost sure presenting your boss a gift bag that reads: “Hey baby boy!” is most inapropriate.

For mammy the bags were all neon pink and saying things like “Party Girl!” “Hey cool chick” “Shoe addict”.Ditto.Didn’t buy it.

Settled for gift wrap in the end, but it got all scrunched in my bag and there’s a bit of mayo from my BLT sandwich that leaked onto mammy’s wrapper.Am wondering if I could get a bit of mayo out of the fridge and draw a pattern and tell mammy it’s art nouveau gift wrap ?

It’s not at all sinking in that I’m leaving in two days.

All things must pass, like George would say.


(song by the Beatles,1966, see video)

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