It looks like nice weather today. Like, not as in Facebooking, but because of recent we had the usual cloudbursts. Here too cough-ups bully the climate, but one learns to 'like' it for it so cozies inside and my little well runs better on it.
Happily, my favourite wind direction is on and a covert swell throws up firm curly swirls, including rainbows. A few rock prods away a gang of gulls floats gathering sprat and right before the meadow merrily screeching terns are butterfly diving.
Fortunately my milk isn't off, so shortly I can slurp a 'Teatabix de luxe’. That is a robust half-litre mug that sometime ago I got from Bridie, my tea professional, with fresh tea, the cheapest at Lidl, milk so, and six biscuits of Weetabix, an airy cereal product. You bet that has a lot of good fibrations. Oh, and I nearly forgot adding a stiff spoon of strawberry jam.
Dusty I haven't seen for a while now. Word has it she's hanging out with the ferries in Doolin, at least if she's not coaxed along by our RTE-proclaimed selkie in a program that sounds like 'Lunacy'. They even needed a boat-width wide-angle lens to get most of her in frame. She was called 'Uta' and for the opportunity spoke about 'Mara'. And as for belying, truth went rampant big time: seven hours a day in the water, each day, the whole year round. If this were true, she'd been ground up by the rocks to mixed minced meat long time ago. And seventeen hours a day on the water, nonsense, however symbolic for stealing everybody's dolphin with her 'das Boot'. Happily there are also good Germans, but I have pretty much given up hope, well erm, that Dusty will swim up the Caher River. Aber weiter alles Liebe.
Even only yesterday I had to disappoint 137 visitors of Dolphin Address because ARTE wanted me to remove the first part of 'Manimal' from the site. I am allowed though to render a number of fragments and will do so to the max. The same goes for another docu from ARTE, 'Humanimal', a very beautiful video by friends and a number of unpublished ones by myself. I hope to portion this into three-minute editions, so stay tuned. Here you find the first fragment of 'Janimal'.
Meanwhile I'm still also rather hilariously unhinged. Only two yesterdays ago before the eyes of a journalist, who writes for the Irish 'Sunday Independent', I orally drew three quarters of water out of a plastic standalone five-litre bottle. Also to my own surprise!
Something everybody can, to some measure at least. Now I hope my achievement will inspire the Olympic Committee…
I have bent over too heavy again and for days walked crooked from the pain. I was advised to buy a cream that was sold under the name 'Deep Heat'. Now I do like my kitchen and recently saw an haut cuisinier fry a steak with a cutting torch. Always in for an experiment I spread the cream on the burger, but it stayed 'rare' and on top of it tasted rather menthal. I think I'd better stick to dolphin.