Month: October 2012

4 months.

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Oct 31, 2012

Sunday was a landmark of sorts, and it passed without me realizing it. That, I suppose, was most significant at all. Sunday was the four-month anniversary of my surgery. At some point, I’d stopped counting the days since my brain surgery, and then the weeks, and now, it seems, the months. Rand had left town…

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Mr Simms Olde Sweet Shoppe, Dublin, Ireland

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Oct 30, 2012

– I was going to write about The Troubles today, but just thinking about doing so after yesterday’s tome on Irish history made my brain hurt. So instead I’m going to write about candy. I know. I know. I’m awful. But tomorrow is Halloween, and I figured I’d better get a jump on a sugar high…

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A Not-So-Brief History of Ireland

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Oct 29, 2012

– If my recent posts have seemed more pithy than usual, it is because I am skirting around an issue that I’m not sure I have the blogging chops to tackle, and talking about banal things like cryptic showers and trendy restaurants is far easier. Hell, writing about how I turned my bathroom into a…

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The Week: October 26, 2012

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Oct 26, 2012

I did not bring my A-game this week. I mean, unless my A-game involves feeling sick and throwing up (for those of you who will inevitably wonder, no, I am not pregnant. I am just constitutionally weak). Hence the light blogging, which I promise to rectify come Monday (I’m already working on a DOOZY of…

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The Week: October 19, 2012

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Oct 19, 2012

I am nearly over my cold, but still pouting at the fact that I missed out on meeting my new little nephew, and enjoying some nice California sunshine. So while I warm myself with a cup of tea and plan my next trip down the coast, you enjoy these links. (I won’t need shorts in California in…

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WTF Weds: European showers, revisited.

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Oct 17, 2012

Sometimes my mother will say or do something so strange or utterly clueless, that all I can do is pull her onto my lap (for my mother is very wee and weighs nothing, and the genes that cause that are apparently recessive, damn it), gently take her face into my hands and whisper, “You would…

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  • Dinner with these handsome fools.
  • Finished products. Feeling pretty darn pleased.
  • One of us is not doing a good job of handling the prospect of returning home.
  • Staring from the stairs. Seriously, all hotels need to be built in old monasteries, don't @ me.
  • Him: Take my arm.

Me: *incoherent giggling*
  • It is incredibly hard to capture how incredible our hotel in Canelli is. It was once a monastery, and monks lived here for a hundred years. The halls echo, the ceilings are vaulted, and we eat breakfast in an old stone cellar.
  • A bit of Michelin starred magic this evening. Veal cheeks with onions, foraged salad, tajarin with loads of truffles, and a chocolate soufflé. And then she threw her pants out the window.
  • Rooftops in Barbarello.
  • Foggy rooftops in Canelli. We're staying at a hotel that was once a monastery above this little town.
  • Having such a ball with these goobers.

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