Ah, c’mere now, stall the ball … who’s got their finger stuck on the fast-forward button?
It can’t be nearly August already, can it?
Only a few weeks and the kids will be back in school … Transition Year — no exams, a time to explore options and interests — for her, and Junior Cert year for him.
Sitting in the warmth and ruffling stillness of our summer garden, coffee in hand, and caressing loopy Lily’s shiny black mane … taking in those gorgeous passion flowers and the forgotten beauty of my favourite fuchsia … and thinking about what to write this week.
My wife is back to work today after two weeks off, and it has been so lovely having her around every day … we have packed in so much of everything and nothing in particular in this time.
Including a wonderful family wedding in Poland — of my nephew — that included a memorable, let us say, visit to Auschwitz.
Four days between stately Krakow and a lovely wood cabin lake resort in Kamionka in the Polish countryside, squeezed in without missing a freelance shift in the newspaper where I mainly work.
K has been having a great summer, not that she would admit that to us … friends, shopping, writing and singing (and recording in her friend’s home studio!) … her better spirits mirrored in the colourful tops and gear she has been buying and wearing — the blacks and greys of what had seemed like permanent winter banished to the back of her wardrobe.
It’s been Fortnite and football, mostly, for O.
Maybe we should ask him more about Fortnite, the popular death-match video game played by kids of all ages around the planet to you and me, but a huge part of daily life for him and his mates.
Turns out he has played against the Dublin teenager who has just won $50,000 in the Fortnite World Cup — yes, the Fortnite World Cup! — played in the Arthur Ashe stadium in New York, no less.
Joshua Juliano (17) got that money just for qualifying, and the overall winner, American Kyle Giersdorf, aka Bugha, took home the top prize of $3 million!
It also transpires our O got to the 15th of 17 rounds of Irish qualifiers for the event!
So that’s what he has been doing when we peep into his bedroom room and see our blond-haired dude with his headset on at his little desk, yammering away, and blasting and hacking his way around the bright pixelated island on the screen in front of him.
Maybe we should take it seriously, get him proper coaching, an accountant …
It’s been so nice to get some sun onto our bods this past while, and myself and A have had a few great walks with Stadler and Waldorf, aka Lily and Bella, on our town’s fabulous South Beach.
I’ve always loved our smaller, more austere North Beach, but I associate it more with brooding winter … down at my sweet spot, where churning foamy sea meets glistening wet sand, the wind thundering quietly in my ears and tousling my hair as I gaze out over the levelling waves of perspective and inspiration.
All crowding voices stilled as I dip into my vaster imagination.
The South Beach is much bigger, especially when the tide is way out, and it is a joy to release our little hounds to dash, splash and dip their scurrying paws as A and I savour our space and time.
We have finally gotten around to giving Bella the damn good clipping she has needed for so long.
A left an exploding mattress of tangled fur at the groomers and returned to find a relieved, tight-furred terrier with unusual Dalmationesque spots under neat little Bella’s head.
The same yapping high-pitched bark though.
Lily couldn’t get over her and followed Bella around the kitchen like a stalker for ages, sniffing and checking it was still her.
No newspaper work for me today, and my thoughts are turning to another cup of Joe and a sit down in that little garden haven of ours …
So, save and post.
And back into the last days of July, and of summer, while it lasts.
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