Celebrity Stalking

FMM: 4 mi

Hi, Folks,

We're still at it - hanging out, sitting on the bed under blankets surreptitiously reading each other's e-mails, Facebooks, or Googles. (Disclaimer: Bob does not take part in this foolishness; he minds his own business and continues his plod through _Ulysses_). Later we pull out the air mattress, plop in front of the TV with yet more blankets and pillows, and continue to watch the BBC series _Doc Martin_. We will be lost when it is over...Of course, we do all this wallering only AFTER we have completed our Forced March for the day. Yesterday we went to Dalkey. Dalkey Castle was closed, but we found a few summit to climb, a foggy seashore to stroll, an island to photograph, and a few celebrity homes to stalk. Bono and Enya live there as does a very popular author. Molly is still laughing at my response to locating her home after interrupting an unsuspecting restaurant worker's cigarette smoke in a back alley. Molly claims she had never seen me so excited. This proves once and for all that I am a very shallow person. After raising my fist in victory, I "God blessed" the bloke who Molly had sheepish eye contact with as I (MOM-) ran from the alley to --okay I'll tell you -- Maeve Binchy's home. We took a few pictures in front of her house and deemed our stalking a great success. I know Marianne J is most excited at this moment and will demand a replay when she comes to visit.

We are going by boat and train to London tomorrow. We'll meet Tim and Megan. I am not sure of my computer or WiFi access; blogging is iffy. So, I will wish you all a Happy New Year today! May you enjoy a few hours of wallering yourself.

Walking, Stalking, and Gawking,
I remain,
Mom/Tizmom/Tizzie/Tiz/Liz/Elizabeth

Mom/Tizmom/Tizzie/Tiz/Liz/Elizabeth