Friday, March 30, 2007
La raison, c'est que je n'aurai peut-être pas le temps d'écrire demain.
J'espère que tu passeras une bonne journée - et on t'interdit de dire que tu deviens vieux!
Voyez comme il était beau et souriant quand il était petit!
Monday, March 26, 2007
But I still made the most of the watercolour medium, in that I was able to lift the colour where I needed to have highlights. Over the last few weeks, I've been putting together a chart of all my watercolour paints, which shows the exact colours, how opaque or transparent they are, and how easily they lift. This has been very useful in anticipating how the different paints will behave.
I masked the whole center of the flower with low-tack paper before I painted the petals. This is a technique I had learned from Elizabeth Kincaid's book, which I've now used a few times. It gave me a lot more freedom when painting the petals. I also used masking fluid to mask the stamens while I was painting the other items in the center. Again, this enabled me to paint more freely, without having to be too careful where the paint went.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
It reminds me of the little wooden house that Josianne, our neighbour, had when we were kids. She was a few years older than me, and her father, a joiner, had built her this gorgeous wooden house in the back of their garden, where she could play house. All the younger neighbours, i.e. me, Nadine and Isabelle and probably plenty others whom I don't remember, were only too happy to go there and play school there, where Josianne would be the teacher and we were her pupils.
I used to dream of having a little wooden house like hers! And now I have one! When I was 8 or 10, that was probably my biggest dream. When I grew older, I used to dream of having a purple electric beach buggy, like they had in the window of the shop around the corner. It was a bit like a golf buggy I guess, only a lot cooler. I guess I'll have to work on that one!
Friday, March 23, 2007
For those of you who, like me, don't speak Irish, "shomera" means "room".
It fits nicely in our backgarden, and is a great spot for Brendan to play loud computer games or to play his guitar.
(Véronique, j'espère que ces deux photos de donnent une bonne idée de l'atelier dont je te parlais ce matin)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
We also saw one of the new calves - it was with 2 of the jersey cows, so I assume it's a jersey, although it was mostly white. One of the jerseys clearly had plenty of milk, but the calf was staying closer to the cow that looked like she had no milk whatsoever. We must ask Jeanne the farmer about it next time we see her.
It's been a cold few days - hardly feels like spring, after the warm weekend we had a week ago. I think the highest temperature we saw today was 5 degrees celcius, and there was some sleet and hail yesterday. Today is a bit brighter than yesterday, but the wind is really cold! Poor little lambs will be sticking close to their mammies to stay warm!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Here is another action shot of Willow playing with his friend, the dead rat...
Friday, March 16, 2007
And this time, there is no doubt that it's well dead. When his little friends don't move any more, Willow has this habit, like all cats I guess, to throw them in the air to see if they will fly or try to escape. This one did not budge.
I've got very mixed feelings when Willow brings us his prey after the hunt. On the one hand, I'm proud that our cat is a competent hunter - particularly when he is catching rodents. But on the other, I hate the way he literally plays cat and mouse with them until they are exhausted and die. When he catches a bird, we do what we can to distract him so that the bird has a chance to escape, but Willow is very focused when he is in hunt mode.
He also has this horrible habit of chasing butterflies. And he knows we will try to save the butterfly, so, if we come too close, he will actually eat it to stop us from saving it.
He's a cat! That's what they do. If you are squeamish, do not click on the picture to make it bigger. The rat looks like a lovely little cartoon mouse. I would have loved to save it, but it was already well dead when Willow brought it to us, so there was nothing we could do. I'm far too sentimental - it was a rat after all, so I should be happy it's dead!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Here is a summary from the Irish Times:
"Victim condemns rape sentence
A rape victim who watched her attacker walk free from court with a suspended sentence today said she will never trust the justice system again.
The devastated woman, who said she felt on trial, was even forced to travel back to her home town on the same train as convicted rapist Adam Keane.
The 33-year-old had vowed to take her fight for justice and a tougher sentence to the Director of Public Prosecutions and Justice Minister Michael McDowell.
"I will never ever again trust the justice system to do right after a wrong has been committed," she said, slamming the sentence handed down to the 20-year-old bricklayer.
In February a jury convicted Keane, from Daragh, Co Clare, of raping the woman at her home on May 30th, 2005.
He had broken into her home and climbed into bed with her while her three children slept in the next room.
DNA evidence linked Keane to the scene, but following his arrest he told gardai he could not remember anything as he blacked out after drinking heavily and taking ecstasy in a nightclub.
Mr Justice Paul Carney handed down a three-year suspended sentence at the Central Criminal Court in Dublin yesterday. The sentence was based on a previous ruling by the Court of Criminal Appeal, he added.
The victim, who is deaf, said she could not hear his barrister's defence or the judge's comments, and did not know he was free to leave until her sister started crying and told her.
"I am devastated," the woman, whose name was given as Mary, told RTE's Liveline programme.
"I really didn't want it go to court in February in the first place. It was the hardest week of my life, to go up in that stand and give every detail of my life explored by the DPP and his barrister and when he was found guilty I was so relieved and I really believed justice would be done.
"But yesterday it wasn't, there was no justice done for me at all and now I'm back to square one where I was when I first got raped. I feel worse now."
Mary said that after the attack she and her children had to leave their home, where they had lived for nine years, and moved back in with her parents because she was afraid. The family have since moved home twice."
I'm lost for words to express my outrage at the sentence passed by the judge. I think this judge should be sacked! There has been a lot of press lately about lenient sentencing, but this is completely outrageous. What hope is there in a world where a convicted rapist can walk free, while his victim continues to live in fear?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Ce dessin est un peu différent de ta carte. J'espère qu'il te plaît.
After a few minutes, we decided to let Willow be a cat, and play with his prey - as we came to the conclusion that it was a bit too big to be a mouse, and was more likely a small rat. A very handsome little rat, but a rat all the same.
My parents think that the rat escaped in the end, as they saw Willow run over the wall and the shed's roof and look over the back of the shed. At that stage, there was no sign of any rodent around. This morning, Willow was sniffing around the garden, trying to pick up the scent. I had a look around the garden, but found nothing. Hopefully, the rat was eaten by a fox at some stage during the night or escaped to a better life!
Friday, March 09, 2007
Brendan took a few pictures. Here are two of them.
This reminds me of another of my classic songs, which I will sing if you ask nicely - Blue Moon.
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
You know just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked - the moon had turned to gold
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Saturday, March 03, 2007
It was a lovely movie, and I recommend it to everybody who has a bit of a soft heart. It's not too fancy, and it is a simple story, set in simpler times (in a world that doesn't exist anymore, if it ever existed - rural America, with red barns, tractors, rich fields, sunny summers, and nice, decent hard-working people).
I did cry at one point (it was a very sad moment!), which is my yardstick for a good movie! (Or maybe I'm emotionally unstable?)
And, if you have children, I highly recommend the website's game section, where you will find colouring tools, a spelling bee, and lots of other fun games to play (I've spent the last 15 minutes there!).
Friday, March 02, 2007
- Laura on the 10th (Belgian Laura - Irish Laura's birthday is in April)
- Yves on the 15th
- Willow on the 17th (Willow will be 7!)
- Lisa on the 23rd
- Eve on the 27th
- and Papilou on the 31st