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Shades Of Green

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Green, green, my pool is green. We lost our pool guy a few months ago and being not too handy at pool maintenance ourselves our pool has gradually turned a deeper shade of green. I checked out the 38 shades of green listed on wikipedia to determine a match and it was a bit overwhelming. I like some of names of the colors like asparagus. Cal Poly Pomona green,  and dark moss green might be close.

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Moss covered rocks by Philip Halling

I had to pick Cal Poly Pomona green because I live in California for gosh sakes. There’s even a Slytherin green, cool! Just added 2 packages of Shock this morning and did some quick research on pool care. I think we need to hire someone to take care of the pool again. It might cost us some money but I am yielding due to our lack pool cleaning capability.

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Green Lacewing

Haven’t seen any of these lacewings lately. I will have to monitor my pyracantha when it starts to bloom again.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ‘mon’. Color chart via wikimedia. Green lacewing by Gilles San Martin on Flickr.

Castle Keep

A keep is a tower used as a dungeon or fortress. Nenagh Castle keep is what is left of many towers that were part of the original castle built in 1216 by Baron Butler. He was given this land by the King of England, who was a Norman king. The castle was built in O’Kennedy territory, John F. Kennedy’s ancestors.

I have been doing a little research on a part of Tipperary, Ireland which was the last known residence of a cousin and the supposed birthplace of my paternal grandparents. The address for the cousin was Ballinamoe New Town Nenagh Tipperary. I couldn’t understand all the names in the address.  Turns out it breaks down to Ballinamoe as townland,  Newtown is a hamlet, part of the barony of Owney and Arra, the civil parish of Youghalarra, Nenagh is the largest town, in the county of Tipperary, in the Provence of Munster. Reading some of the history of baronies and all these other designations has been mind-boggling. Nenagh Castle is a historic site in Tipperary. I once read that my father’s surname Barry was Norman, which now makes sense if this was once Norman territory.

So enough with the history and geography for now and I only skimmed the surface. It has been disheartening to try to trace my father’s family in Ireland. There is no record online of my grandfather’s birth. There was one entry for someone with a similar name to my grandmother but no way for me to verify it was her. The dearth of information could be because some church records have not been digitalized, the Irish revolution that occurred in 1919-1921, and a fire during the Battle of Dublin resulted in archives being lost. Many records may still be in churches, and the only way to find them is to go there. The history of my father’s family in California is easier to trace although I did not find anything about his Uncle Joe and descendants.  I can research newspaper archives in Ireland, but I have to pay a subscription of 30 (pounds) a month, currently $42.45 US. I can pay someone to the do the research for me and that sounds even more expensive. The most recent Irish census information available is from 1911. In that census I did find a name of a girl who could be my cousin but how to verify it? and that person had sisters. I had a letter from my paternal aunt (now deceased) who gave me some names and birthdates. She told me my grandfather had brothers and my grandmother had 3 sisters and one brother. My grandparents emigrated to the US with their baby son in 1902. They lived through the San Francisco earthquake in 1906. My aunt corresponded with the cousin in Ballinamoe. She indicated the family in Ireland probably died out with that cousin but not sure. Two of my paternal grandmother’s sisters emigrated to Canada. Haven’t started looking for them yet.

My mother’s parents came from Canada. My maternal grandmother was born in Scotland. I found a record of my maternal grandparent’s marriage in Nova Scotia and possibly my maternal grandfather’s family of origin. My mother and her sister lost touch with these relatives. It is sad to think about all these people who have disappeared without a trace. It feels like I have lost part of my family all over again.

We should keep more than our towers.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The “Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “picture.” Write about, or theme your post on the first picture you see when you sit down to start writing. You don’t need to describe the picture necessarily–you can even put yourself in it if you’re not already there.”

Featured image of Nenagh Castle by Regina Hill via wikimedia.org

The Green

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Saturday, March 17 is St. Patrick’s Day and there is a tradition here in the US to wear a bit of the green to denote you are Irish, in spirit at least. I tell myself I should learn more about my Irish roots. My father’s family came from Tipperary but we were never in contact with anyone from there, except my paternal aunt corresponded with a cousin but my aunt is deceased, and I am sure the cousin is too. There could be some descendants there. I tried looking up the town on a map of Ireland and could not find it. It might have been my aunt’s penmanship or mis-spelling. She had Ballinamoe, New Town Nenagh, Tipperary as the address of the cousin. Any advice on how to find family in Ireland? Then there’s my mother’s family who came from Canada….

Let’s have a glass of Guinness with Dervish performing ‘Swallow’s Tail’ on You Tube:

 

The Irish language is very interesting and hard for me to pronounce. It is possible my ancestors spoke Gaelic.

I have heard it is good for our brains to learn a new language. So I was interested in an opportunity I found on Twitter. I can learn Klingon for free. Sounds like fun, but I hope they have an audio part because I am not sure how to pronounce it. It’s quite a tongue twister. Might be easier to learn Gaelic. Learn Irish on duoLingo.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! 


 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is ‘green.’ Dancing shamrocks from Google on giphy.com

 

So Far

From her 1971 Tapestry album, Carol King turned 76 this February. The year 1971 was when I started Nursing School at UCSF.  Seems far away now. “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.” Then sometimes it seems like yesterday.  Now the lyrics make me think of my daughter who lives in Northern California. I look forward to seeing her face at my door soon.

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Beautiful Daughter

 


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is ‘so far.’

Out Of Context

Recently read a post by Calvin Trillin in the New York Times, When ‘All Thumbs’ Becomes a Compliment,thanks to a mention in Ronni Bennett’s blog Time Goes By.He was referring to the common idiom about someone being ‘all thumbs’ or clumsy with hands and that it may no longer apply in current times as when he was “watching a teenager text” with their thumbs at lightening speed on the subway. This got me thinking about common expressions and idioms, that I still use all the time, and how they fit or not with modern times. Here goes:

“Hold your horses” meaning slow down,wait. ( used to refer to reigning in a horse or team of horses). I once said this to my daughter when she was little and she replied, ” I don’t have any horses!!”

“Spill the beans” (reveal a secret, sometimes prematurely).

 

“Mull it over” (ponder, think carefully about).

Ponder via Flickr.com

These next two may require prior knowledge of poultry farming:

” Don’t put all your eggs in one basket” ( don’t put all you resources into one thing) I usually use this to mean don’t put all your hopes on one venture, try, or possibility.

“Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched” ( Don’t assume something that has not happened yet)

Chicks via Pixabay.com

“Don’t sell yourself short” ( Don’t underestimate yourself. Probably used to refer to the selling stock for less than what it would be worth in the long run.)

“Go the extra mile” ( Going above and beyond to make an effort to do something. May go out of style if we all go to metric system)

Photo by Davyd Betchkal NPS Denali National Park

“Won’t give an inch” ( stubborn, unwilling to compromise) This is similar to “Stick To Your Guns”

Shooting Jane Russell GIF via giphy.com

” Not playing with a full deck” ( Cognitively impaired, not functioning well. Like playing cards without a full deck of cards)

“Lose Your Marbles” ( mentally impaired, lose your wits)

Marbles by Joe Mabel

“Sharp as a tack” (very intelligent, bright. Used to refer to sharp cutting edge. A tack is a small sharp pointed nail.

” Hit the nail on the head” (precisely, correct) Like hitting a nail head with a hammer.

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“In a nutshell” ( concisely, in summary) “alludes to the Roman writer Pliny’s description of Homer’s Iliad being copied in so tiny a hand that it could fit in a nutshell,” Idioms by The Free Dictionary.

Nuts via Pixabay.com

“Close, but no cigar” ( almost the right answer or close to winning, but not quite) may be referring to old time carnival game stalls where the prize was a cigar.

photo by Ted Allan via wikimedia.org

Groucho Marx ‘A Day at the Races’

Do you have any favorites? Do they still work today?


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is to look to the publication (book, newspaper, permission slip from your kid’s teacher, whatever you find) closest to you, and base your post on the sixth, seventh, and eighth word from the beginning of the page.

Featured image of ‘Young people texting’ by Tomwsulcer via wikimedia.org, homer simpson moe GIF via giphy.com, ‘Ponder’ image via Hobvias Sudonelghm on Flickr.com, Chicks and Nut images via Pixabay.com

 

Cliquey Klatch

The Ladies Club coffee klatch was very cliquish. Their group was limited to those with similar sensible outlooks and tastes in coffee, (regular or decaf), with or without non-dairy creamer. This year they got in the holiday spirit and splurged on the Peppermint Mocha Coffee Mate.®

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is the word part “liqu” Featured image of Ladies Home Journal page via Internet Archive Book on Flickr, ‘Cup of Coffee’ by stafichukanatoly on Pixabay.com

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Seasons Of Change

Seasons of love is what I want to be talking about. Not about sexual harassment or assault that we have been hearing so much about lately. It is good that people are speaking out about it and it is very important that changes occur to prevent it from continuing to happen. It is going to take a while for there to be enough change. The oppression runs deep, is world wide and has gone on for a long time. We have to begin anyway. We must acknowledge and face up to it. We must end it. It has brought me down, though. The sex we are reading about in the news is not love. It has nothing to do with love. It never had anything to do with love.

Music video Seasons of Love-Rent via readonaliti on You Tube:

Featured image is ‘Flowers of the Four Seasons’ by Kamisaka Sekka from the Hosomi Museum via wikimedia. Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt word for today is ‘seasons.’

Revulsion

“Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women.”-Maya Angelou

Do we need to create another movement with slogans like Women’s Lives Matter or Women Own Their Bodies. So keep your paws off! Does it ever end? The recent incident has caused a welling up of stories from women who had been silenced by shame, fear, and intimidation. There is a sickening and grief that is shared with all of my gender all the way back to Eve.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Prompt word is “well.” Featured Image via Pixabay.com

Playing It Safe

“If you choose to be fearless, then be fearlessly authentic not an imitation of someone you envy.”
― Shannon L. Alder via Write Tribe

Save your breath because you are not going to convince me to try any dare-devil stunts like bungee jumping off a high bridge or free solo climbing up the face of El Capitan. I do admire rock climbers but I know my limits. Limits are good. Limits are fine when you get to an older stage of your life. I do not think you need to prove something by jumping off bridges or out of planes. Well to be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted to do those things when I was young either. If I really want to push any boundaries it is in becoming a writer. I have been willing to take some risks with that and put some of my efforts out there. Sometimes it feels like jumping off a cliff, but with writing I don’t want to just play it safe.

Alex Honnold free-solo on Liberty Cap 2014 via Lwp Kommunlkaclo on Flickr.com


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted today by Joey of Joeyfully Stated. The prompt words for today save/safe. Featured image of Ordinance Sign via Pixabay.com

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Hot and Cold in Sunny LA

Hot it is not, cold it is neither, but 72 degrees is cool for Southern California at the end of Summer. Happy that on the first day of Fall it feels and looks a little like Fall here, with cooler weather, a few clouds, and some recent predictions of possible showers. My pyracantha has green berries which will turn red-orange as it gets closer to winter and some of the Heavenly Bamboo’s leaves are turning red and its berries are going from green to some tinges of red. Squirrels and birds like the pyracantha berries when they are ripe. The Brazilian Pepper trees leaves are barely starting to change colors. There are clusters of peppercorns on these trees and birds will eat them later in the year. It usually takes until winter for all of our trees to change colors and lose their leaves. The purple sage plant is doing really well. The hummingbirds really approve of it. We have had a couple of visiting rabbits who have nibbled a bit around the edges of the ground cover but the woolly thyme seems to be holding up in the front end of the garden. The African Fern Pines will not change color or drop all their leaves even when it’s cold.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt words for today are hot/cold and extra points for starting with one and ending with the other.  🙂  Rabbit photo via Pixabay.com Featured image of succulent in my front yard that is changing colors.