Dead Birds, Old Shit, and Bad Backs

Bloody hell, but my back is killing me.

The paucity of posting in the last couple of weeks can be directly blamed on my mother, who, having come to visit us in merry old…er…um, Ireland, spent half the time monopolizing my computer for her games and vacation plotting. But no matter; she’s on her way home, and I am free to…share my computer with my wife, who is writing a book.

Thank god I learned how to share in kindergarten or I’d go nuts. Anyhoo…

How was your Thanksgiving? Was it all families you can only mildly stand for short periods of time, gut-busting food that added two inches to your waist, and the painful horror of Detroit Lions football? I feel really sorry for you, I do.

You see, I don’t really care for Thanksgiving or any holiday for that matter. I can’t really put it in words. It’s mostly the annoying pageantry of it all (which is another reason I won’t be walking in my own graduation — too much bullshit). But this year, Thanksgiving was actually fun for me. I had a blast. Why, you ask? Well, because I’m in Ireland, silly, and they don’t do Thanksgiving here! HA!

Actually, it was because my mom and I went on a bus tour of the Boyne Valley. For any of you historically inclined, the only reason you might be aware of the Boyne Valley is for this pesky little battle fought there in 1690 between William of Orange and the Jacobite army of James II, a little something called that Battle of the Boyne, which sealed the deal as it were for the removal of the Catholic Stuart line from the thrones of England, Scotland, and Ireland. But that’s not why we went to the Boyne. The Boyne Valley also happens to be the site of Newgrange, the best and coolest of the Neolithic passage tombs dotted all over the Boyne Valley. If you’re ever in Ireland (and I know some of you will be), you really should check this tour out. You even get to go in the tomb itself (it’s big enough to hold 25 people at a time). And the final stop of the tour is Tara Hill, which was the seat of power for the ancient Celtic kings of Ireland. Today, it’s a tourist attraction and repository for sheep shit, but don’t let that deter you. Admittedly, the views would have been even more spectacular if it hadn’t been raining and almost dark when we got there. But I did get my picture taken next to the Stone of Destiny, which you should be able to see on The Evanography when I update it in the next couple of days.

I’d tell you about the trip Andrea and I took to Maynooth on Friday for a Fulbright Alumni Association Thanksgiving dinner reception, but I think I’ll let Andrea do that. I’m going to bed.


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