FMM: 8 mi
Hi, Gissas and Gussers,
Bob & I just returned from County Donegal; that explains your new names. Don't worry. A gissa is a girl, and a gusser is a boy. A baby is a wan as in "wee one." Our friends, Jenny & Michael Keane, drove us to County Donegal to visit with Michael's sister Mary. Once again, I caused one of my friends to do something completely out of character (Remember Marianne and her credit card? Teresa and her passport?). Well, Jenny didn't check her gauge, and -- for the first time in her life -- she ran out of gas. Since he had company along (us), Michael stayed mostly calm, and he hitched a quick ride to the petrol station. Bob especially enjoyed interacting with a lovely horse while we waited. Mary has a lovely spacious house with lots of bedrooms. Bob was the last one to bed on Friday, and he wasn't sure which bedroom was ours. At least that's what he said. He inadvertently wandered into Mary's room. She promptly woke up and ordered him out! So far this year, Bob and I have managed to avoid eating black and white pudding. Our luck ran out on Friday when our hostess served us this traditional dish of dried animal blood cooked with a filler until it congeals. That description is why we have avoided the stuff. However, we agreed it was quite tasty. I may even serve it at Bunco in August, ladies, so watch out...We stayed on St. John's Point, a peninsula. Bob thinks that Donegal is the Ireland that he -- and perhaps you -- has always had in his mind. It was rainy and windy. We saw cliffs, the ocean, fishing boats, a castle, green fields, rainbows, sheep,cows, mountains, wildflowers, and not a lot of people. It was nice to spend a relaxing weekend with friends...(An aside to Kim L, Teresa F, and any other shallow, celebrity-obsessed friends reading this: Sarah Jessica and Matthew have a place right across the bay from where we stayed.)...
Having your fun for you,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth
cute pics mom! I especially like the line about dad enjoying spending this time with the horse. did running out of gas remind you of when you and dad ran out of gas after his marathon and you had to walk a mile or two to get some? hah
ReplyDeleteWell, Michael K enjoyed the horse part, too, as Bob kept talking about his enjoyment of the horse. The horse even cooperated by letting out a loud whinny and scaring your dad half to death:) When I walked for the gas in 1974 in Massachusetts it was snowing and freezing and I was a newlywed wondering why I was the one fetching the gas.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Mom
Daft cow, I didn't even know you in '74. (Bob)
ReplyDeleteAh-ha! So you do read the blog. I knew all along that it was 1976. Just wanted to see if you'd notice. Anyway, I'm still cold and exhausted just thinking about the incident and my little 1973 yellow Chevy Vega with a cute black stripe down the middle of it.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos Bob. Glad you enjoyed the weekend. It was a pleasure having you here. sorry about the black and white pudding - its not something I cook very often - afraid you were the guinea pigs!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your last few weeks in Ireland.
Mary
We loved it, Mary. We ate every last bite, didn't we? Thanks for having us in Donegal. It was fabulous.
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