Serindipitious Noises: #A1115G00D (The Lovely Bits & Pieces To A Typical Week)

I was on my way to city centre to get my weekly groceries when I ran into a group of teenaged girls.

“EEAAY” says the taller, blondie one. “Ye da new garl, comin da end oda yer like?”

Just like in the movies I look behind me, around me, then back at them with a confused look.

“Yeah, yeah, ye da new garl?”

My middle aged self wanted to say; “Why yes! I am that new 15 year old girl at the Precipitation Immaculate Constipation all girl Catholic School just down the road!” (… or whatever it was called) … Instead, I said; “No, no, sorry.”

“Aah yeah, she’s not American so.” Says the one of the shorter blondie girl to the taller blondie girl … eh’hem … “garl”.


I was down at the best chocolate store in the whole wide world! – O’Conaill’s!  (… …) And it’s right here in Cork! I’ve always been a fan of the Belgian chocolate until I had a taste of the glorious Irish chocolate! My goodness! Ecstasy I tell yah! Pure Ecstasy! … Don’t get me wrong, Belgian chocolate is still fantastic, but the Irish? *Whew!* WOW!

So, I was there picking up some truffles to send back to my Sister in Law who’s birthday passed me by. There were only 2 boxes left, and they were a bit dusty. I didn’t care too much about the dust and bought one of them. As I was leaving the shop assistant hands me the other box and says; “Take dis away wit ye so. No one will buy it all by itself.”


As I was on my way home from the O’Connaill’s, I came upon a gentle silver hair reaching over a stone wall breaking the brilliant purple flowers from a gianormous bush. As I approached him, he quickly hid the bouquet behind his back and stared innocently at the ground. I thought to have a bit of fun and said to him; “Are you stealing those?” A devilish smile grows on his chin as he brings his finger to his lips.

“Shhhhhhhh … It’s m’garl’s ‘n me 50th, ‘an I’d stole dees vury flaw’rs when I proposed!”

“Oh!” I said; “I guess you’ll need these as well!” I pull the extra box of truffles out of my bag and gave them to him. With a huge grin and a cackling laugh he scurries around the corner yelling back “Tank Ye! Tank Ye!”


What a beautiful warm and sunny day! Taking my usual short cut through Tory Top Park! The wonderful smell of freshly cut grass! 

*GASP* … The City Council changed the flower beds. The red so spectacular that not even a photo can capture it’s magnificence!


There’s a group of silver hairs that gather at Tory Top Park every day rain or shine! We’ve very lovingly deem them “The Grumpy Old Men”. They walk around the park always talking about “Fookin’ ” this and “Fookin’ ” that, with a Jack Russell, or another sort in tow. Between their walks around the park they all sit on the bench next to the flower beds in quiet contemplation  – for the most part. I wave a fond hello to them every time I walk by, and they tease me about who my next boyfriend is going to be. This time I decided to take a photo of them, being that they were all there and a bright sunny afternoon to boot! I ask if I can.

“Oh! Yeah, Yeah! Work away! Work away!” Says the one with the metal cane.

I take the photo and show it to them.

“Whoa look! She shows tah Kevin furst!” Says another “Guess who’s ‘er fav!” And then punches Kevin in the arm!

“Ar’ye married?” Says yet another.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Ye be comin’ ta m’place den lader so?” A round of cackling and punching insues.


I have a couple of stray cats that I feed. 2 black cats. One I call “Blue Toothless” or just “Blue” for short. She arrive with a frayed blue collar to distinguish her from the other black stray I call “Red”. Just “Red”, because he was wearing a tattered red flea collar. Blue managed to get all her bottom teeth knocked out some how, so she went from just “Blue” to “Blue Toothless”. Thought it was a cute cheeky pun none the less. Without any bottom teeth she has trouble keeping her tongue in and you would often find her sitting on the table looking through the kitchen window as if to go “THHLLLLLPT!” One of these days I’ll manage to get a photo of it, but right now I just can’t get it coordinated!

“Red” is my stray cat. I go back and forth on whether to bring him in and turn him into a domestic. It always comes down to, “no, no, I just can’t” I don’t know if I am justifying, rationalizing, making excuses or what, but I figure that if he want’s to stay with me he will. Well, after spending some time in the bathroom I find Red in the middle of my kitchen floor. He got in through an open window.  I put down a plate of food for him and he eats. He then goes and jumps on the couch and falls asleep for  the rest of the night.


Got this membership to the pool. I’m feeling all 41 of my years. I’m feeling flabby and lethargic. My cardio is non existent, and so are my knees. Running and even biking are out of the question so yeah!  Swimming! That’s the answer and I sign on! I’m there on my first day trying to be brave, sucking in my stomach, getting to know the lay of the land. I pop into the pool and do a few laps. What? There’s a class and I have to move to another lane? Well, OK. I get out and before I reach the other side of the pool, a well conditioned life guard intercepts.

“Ye ‘ave excellent technique! Ar’ye on de UCC swim team?” … Believe you me, I was all a blush!

“Uh… uhmn … Uh, Thank You! And no, no I’m not, … uhmn … I’m not, uh, on the UCC women’s swim team.”

“Ore’rite! Ar’ye swimin’ ear often then so?”

“Well, yeah … I, uh, I just got started though … with a membership …”

“Ore’rite! Ore’rite then! I see ye round so?”

“Yeah! Yeah! You’ll see me around.”


I can’t wait ’til next week!


  1. cinnabari said,

    August 2, 2012 at 4:31 pm

    I love your Irish “accent”. I can hear it in my head when I read the posts.

    Also, yay for black cats. We have three.

    • August 7, 2012 at 7:44 pm

      I think I have the 2, Red and Blue. I think. They’re not full black cats, at least I don’t think so. … I’m doing a lot of thinking here, huh? … In the Winter they’re full black, but in the Summer they have beautiful orange undercoats.

      Can you hear the Cork in the accent? 😉

  2. cinnabari said,

    August 18, 2012 at 6:19 am

    I can! All 3 of our cats have the reddish undertones; only Pooka is blue-black in winter. He is also the only double coated cat. Might have something to do with it…

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