Patience, shrink of shrinks, is convinced she has the means of performing the oracle. She dislikes what we humans call failure, recorded by distortion. In order to self-motivate I have decided to chronicle ongoing events in a diary which will be more about contemporaneous comment and awry observations on current affairs and miscellaneous memories than a recording of reality on a mundane basis.
I have no idea of what will emerge but as long as it as cynical as hell and reflects my less than perfect perception of matters which matter and don’t matter, so what. For purposes of prudence this diary will be retrospective.


Would that the words of Brendan Kennelly might be my epitaph:

“They gather together to pool their weaknesses,
Persuade themselves that they are strong.
There is no strength like the strength of one
Who will not belong”.


The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

The Prodigal on the Camino 2015
The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

Friday, 17 February 2017

December 17th 2015


Patience went to work today; for the first time in her life. The Prodigal arose at 6.30 and invaded the kitchen to make breakfast for the newest recruit to the workforce. I felt like a mother seeing her child off to school for the very first time. The pan was slapped on and browned four Denny’s sausages, a bap was sliced and the kettle was ordered to sing. Herself arrived downstairs much indignant at the fact that I didn’t trust her to look after herself. After a lifetime of going to work I am now consigned to the role of housekeeper.
You’d want to see the finished get-up of her before she departed. Some sort of pull-ups, vests and jumpers, a waterproof overall, pixie cap and a pair of heavy boots laced to the ankles. She was better equipped than Ernest Shackleton when he headed off on his Antarctic expedition. Of course they have nationality in common.
She was bound for Coole in County Westmeath to replace dead young conifers in a state forest under the guidance of one stalwart, John Keegan. The deal is that for a few weeks she will be on probation with a forest contractor and if deemed capable might be recruited to the forestry state agency ‘Coillte’. As my mother used to say “a permanent, pensionable job”. I won’t hold my breath.
I started work in the Post Office at eighteen and I remember my first day as clear as day. My ould fella was employed by a local block-factory at the time and told his boss, Charlie Byrne, some scéal to get off for an hour in the company lorry to drive me to Roscommon town.
We arrived in the square. The old man handed me a battered suitcase with the mothers stuffing in it, told me we there, handed me a red ten-shilling note and said “Get out now, you’re on your own”. Not much sentiment in Ned. Then he never was molly-coddled either.
Patience
At any rate Patience left the house at 8.45 and just rang me to say she had arrived on location. First hurdle negotiated. Now I can settle a bit. Patience is 7 years older than I was when I started work and much better educated, having attended third level for a number of years, both in Letterfrack at the GMIT and the Institute of Technology in Athlone. Fingers crossed. This household needs a hunter-gatherer if survival with a modicum of comfort is to be the order of the day.
Patience, like Shackleton, has always preferred the outdoors and now is her opportunity to see the reality from the idyllic image. Shackleton has a statue erected outside the London headquarters of the Royal Geographical Society. Let’s wait and see………
 
 
 
 

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