15 Aug 2013 Leave a comment
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29 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
I traveled all day to get here. I was hot and miserable and had not been drinking enough water during the day. I was hoping my feelings of disappointment and heavy heart were the result of lack of nap/water/food. I have these feelings often in the initial phase of my solo trips. It always passes. I was hoping this would also be one of the those instances.
|This is a great backpack!
I didn’t check any bags, so all of my
stuff is in here…even the laptop.
I told the front desk staff there was a cockroach in my locker. They said not to worry. I would not be charged extra for the privilege. I was hoping to fashion an army of sticky traps, as a moat around my backpack, but they didn’t have anything like that.
As soon as I was able to obtain clean sheets from the front desk, I passed out in my bunk…with ear plugs in, (as absolute must when staying in hostels, or in the presence of loud talkers).
I woke a few hours later feeling a lot better and began meeting other guests. Some great networking in these environments. One of the guests told me about state run programs that, for a minimal registration fee, offer classes and workshops in television and various media productions. I thought, “This is great!”. I’m not necessarily interested in television per se, but at some point, would like to create some instructional videos, (maybe just for youtube), but nevertheless, this would be a great skill-builder. www.accesssacramento.org
Once the sun went down, the weather was perfect, (by Margaret standards). I walked to the Safeway a mile away to buy my groceries for the week. Food is so much more expensive here; perhaps 30% more.
Right now, I am in the dark typing this in my bunk. I think all of my roommates were asleep in bed by 10:00. This room smells so foul! Q whispers to me, “Someone has been eating beans”, and proceeds to smother her tiny cherubic face with a pillow. She’s so cute, and she’s right. Beans definitely; laced with cabbage.
25 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
I wanted to ensure Q and I had good chemistry to travel together, and there is pending trip, and I don’t want anything to go wrong; anything within my control, that is.
I took Q on errands with me over the last couple days to see how she responds to the world.
Documentation of these events are not in any particular order, and all events involving tears, tantrums and law enforcement intervention have been removed.
|Q helped make muffins. I’m so proud of her!|
|Big nachos for me, tiny nachos for Q. Although she was cut off almost immediately, the bartender seemed sweet on her and invited her out to the patio for a smoke. Blue Cue|
|Q goes to the movies, and becomes wildly distracted|
|Surprisingly, we did not get pulled over for this.|
|Q feels it is not fair my bev is larger than hers.|
|We both wondered why the bathroom key was attached to a DVD jacket for National Treasure, (Starring Nicholas Cage). Is this some indication of the quality of this production? Beers Books|
|I tried to tell Q, in this town, it is not wise to use public transit as a networking opportunity.
I’ve got Q convinced this is her new apartment.
Q wants to get a jump on Halloween shopping. She’s thinking Darth Vader.
Q was helping Athena pour drinks at Fanny Anne’s Saloon.
25 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
I told Q, if she intends to travel with me, (and stay on my insurance), she would need to maintain an optimum level of health and fitness. What she doesn’t know, (I’m referring to my homeowners insurance policy which does not require a particular standard of physical and mental health).
We pretend not to notice, but Q’s arms are a bit saggy. Back when her ancestors first hit the scene, nylon string was used to secure movable arm joints, prior to the invention of elastic/plastic materials. Over the years, the nylon strings disintegrated. This is why you see so many arm-less Qs today.
First thing tomorrow morning, Q is going under the knife to repair the aforementioned condition.
She’s a little nervous about the procedure and has requested additional pain meds.
I am optimistic about the results.
25 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
I acquired a bisque porcelain original Rose O’Neill Kewpie doll. From here, forward, I will refer to her as “Q” as to avoid copyright and other legal entanglements.
Let me give you some background on this lil’ lady:
The name, often shortened to “Kewpie”, is derived from “cupid”, the Roman god of beauty and – as Eros is the Greek version of Cupid – erotic love. The time capsule at the 1939 New York World’s Fair contained a Kewpie doll. Although she does have monetary value and knows how to earn charm points, you would never see her on Antiques Road Show, as she has visible hair-line fractures in her fingers, tiny mo-hawk, and one of her shoulders has troubles. Perhaps it’s “The Gout”.
Production of the celluloid kewpie eventually became more common, and these creatures were common prizes at carnivals. Celluloid? Yes, plastic had not been invented yet.
Based on my research, I believe Q to be about 90 years old.
My purpose for providing the back story of the kewpie is, I have decided to allow Q to accompany me on my journeys, as I welcome her a fresh, tiny perspective.