Studly Doright posed with course designer Arnold Palmer before playing a great round of golf at Tralee. The guys all agreed it was one of the best courses they’ve ever played.
Month: June 2017
Another Day…
Another day, another beer!
After a day of riding a tour bus and touring the Muckross House near Killarney, several of us found a small pub and enjoyed a locally brewed beer. I had the Killarney pilsner. It was lip-smacking good!
Here’s another Irish toast befitting the occasion:
Irish Quotes
I wish you health, I wish you well, and happiness galore.
I wish you luck for you and friends; what could I wish you more?
May your joys be as deep as the oceans, your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find, sweet peace of mind, where ever you may roam.
Peace from Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland.
When in Ireland…
When in Ireland, do as the Irish do!
I’m operating on three hours of sleep after a long flight, but managed to down a pint or two of Guinness at a highly recommended pub before our room was ready. Maybe I need to relocate to Ireland.
Here’s an Irish blessing that seemed appropriate for this momentous occasion:
“When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!”
Travel Games You Cannot Play on an Airplane
One cannot play the alphabet game, the signs are too far below,
And the license plate game is likewise moot, no cars zip to and fro.
One could play the I Spy game, at least a round or two
Until it’s apparent that the objects in view are limited to just a few.
Name That Tune is out, ’cause other passengers aren’t amused,
When you sing an off key Yellow Submarine and they all feel abused.
So I’ll twiddle my thumbs and wiggle my ears the better to pass the time
Or maybe I’ll write silly poems, some may even rhyme.
Cochlear Implant Update
Wonderful piece by Jan Wilberg at redswrap.wordpress.com
I wear this thing on my head. Looking at it now in the photo, it strikes me as enormous, a contraption. I wonder why people don’t just stop in their tracks and ask me what it is. But they never do. It’s like seeing someone with an artificial leg and wanting to inquire about how it works but being compelled to ignore it. What artificial leg? I didn’t see an artificial leg, did you?
This is the receiver (behind my ear) that captures sound that travels through the wire to the round thing (which is actually a magnet) and transmits the signals through my skull to a twin round thing inside my head which then sends the signals along several wires to 22 electrodes hanging out in my cochlea. The electrodes recreate the function of the nerves in my cochlea, sending the sound signals to my brain to be made…
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A Long Way, Baby
I’ve come a long way, baby,
Still got a long way to go.
Every time I think I’m there,
I find myself laid low
Try to rise above the hate,
Ignore the arrows and slings.
They go low, I try going high,
But, damn, their insults sting.
These days of alternate truths,
Lies, if truth be told,
Just wear me out in spirit,
Got me feeling old
But I have come a long way
And I’ll keep traveling on
The road often will be rough
And I’ve got skills to hone.
Healthcare: “We Aren’t Stupid”
They aren’t stupid, just heartless. Read more at alotfromlydia.wordpress.com.
Like a child commenting on a bedtime story, Donald Trump said the Republican Healthcare bill is “mean.” Someone must have finally read it to him. However “mean” it may be, Trump will not attempt change it; he only wants his comment to be on record so he can play both sides of the fence. He wants this bill to pass, because his goal as POTUS 45 is to undo everything POTUS 44 did… and to profit bigly along the way.
This bill is, as everyone knows by now, being crafted behind closed doors by 13 Republican Senators, all men. No one else knows what’s in it. It will be career ending legislation for many of them, as it will be for members of the house who voted yes to pass the first version of the bill, and as it will be for those Republican Senators who vote to yes to…
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Souvenirs from Universal Studios, Orlando
Studly Doright and I were in Orlando, Florida, on Monday and Tuesday this week, prior to flying to Shannon, Ireland, on Wednesday. He had meetings to attend, while I had some time on my hands. Monday I treated myself with a trip to one of the outlet malls, but on Tuesday I decided it was high time I visited The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios.
I walked all the way back to where the map indicated Harry Potter’s world would be. I saw the bus, and I took a selfie in front of #12 Privet Drive, but I was confused. Where was Diagon Alley? I walked all the way around the area, but was stymied. Was this all there was?
I’m such a Muggle, but on a hunch I walked through a nondescript opening in an unmarked brick wall, and voila!
Diagon Alley! Honest, one can’t see this opening from the area where the triple decker knight bus and Privet Drive are, even though they’re just a few feet away. How wonderfully magical to be forced to stumble onto it!
Butter beer is pretty damned tasty; although, there’s no actual beer in it. Drat.
I ogled the newest Firebolt model:
By far the longest line in Diagon Alley was formed outside the wand store. I spoke with a little girl who was still giddy that the wand she purchased had chosen her. I was tempted to join the queue, but I’ll wait until I can bring my grandkids. And a wand in my hands might not be a good idea. I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.
So, what were my souvenirs?
A pair of scraped palms, and a skinned knee.
I fell, having failed to realize that the curb was about five inches higher than my bifocal lenses led me to believe. Fortunately a couple of young men rushed to my aid, and helped me to my feet. The part that’s the most injured is my pride. It could’ve been much worse, so I’ll take my lumps as a renewed call for caution.
Driving Away
Driving Away
by
Leslie Noyes
At her lowest point
Her car felt like salvation
Four wheels to freedom
Lock the doors and breathe,
Imagine the horizon
Turn the key and drive
A full tank of gas,
She neared the city’s limits
Never crossed the line
Slimy Lies
Like multi jointed worms, oozing from the earth after a thunderous summer storm, slimy lies wend their way from
Dark places of hiding, feeding on hate and prejudice until the traction they gain propels them through the conscienceless
Oral orifices of greedy politicians. Alternative facts, misrepresentations, broken promises, all squirm from their tongues.
Praying for Eyebrowz 