A Truly Madly Ordinary Windless Friday……..

And with big relief it is Friday!Not just an ordinary Friday:it is a Friday with no wind and a big shining happy sun in the sky.The wind has been challenging my mood for the whole week.
Yes,wind makes me nervous.Well,not always.That,it would really be a problem considering I live in a country where the wind is blowing 360 days a year.Of course,when I say that the wind affects my nerves, I am not talking about a light breeze .It must be heavy wind and for few days on a row.That is what it takes to get me a “bit”cranky. Thankfully the heavy wind doesn’t usually go on for an entire week and,thankfully, the travelling husband is usually not home for an entire week.This two conditions together allow me to be here today writing rather then been chopped off in few pieces and stored in multiple plastic bags in the shed’s freezer along with the pheasants and the woodcocks.I suppose everybody patience can have a limit!

Last night was the first night of the week without hauling wind and without having to rush outside, in the middle of the night only wellies and nightgown on,to chase my door’s wreath blown away and rolling down the lane.
I slept like a baby and I woke up like an angel.My mood didn’t change even after I had to look for my car’s key for over 15 minutes only to realize they were left on the dashboard from the previous day.
Naturally,in front of the girls, I just pretended to magically find them in my pockets.By experience I know well that, otherwise, sooner or later this it will come up during some family dinner:”mama left the car’s keys on,….again”.No matter how many times you tell them not to be a snitch…..the voice of innocence always wins.

I will admit I have a problem with keys,in general.House keys: I tend to loose them or forget them on the outside door’s lock.Car’s keys:I either leave them in the car or, I forget to use them….to lock the car. Thing this one,if you think about,that can be an advantage if someone wants to steal something from the car(like my purse that is often forgotten on the front passenger seat,for example).No window will have to be smashed and no lock will have to be forced.I am sure you are now thinking that,on the other side,this is a kind of an invite to steal the car too.Well,God the bless the unfortunate cars thieves attempting it.If they can overcome the dogs and kids smell trapped inside,they have all my admiration and they can take the car.I sometimes get a take away Chai Latte only with the hope that the vanilla or cinnamon flavor might hide for a while the smell of wet dogs and onion and cheese crisps .

Despite the gorgeous day and my brilliant mood,we ended up to be ferociously late for school.Good news is,on Fridays the classes don’t start straight away.There is “The Assembly” first.Seven years into primary school and still,what they exactly do during assembly,it is not clear to me.The purpose of it ,even less.When I asked the girls about it ,they simply said that basically the whole school gathers together and do “staff”.Lovely,I felt very illuminated by the explanation except, what are these “staff” they do?That it is still a bit of a mystery as they both are in the same school and attend the same flipping assembly every flipping Friday but have different versions of it.One thing they both agree on, it is that there is some singing involved and the announcement of the students of the week.I still don’t have the full picture but at least I can be sure they actually go to school together and they don’t split at the gate.

While driving to school the sun is raising in front of us.It is a huge yellow balloon emerging from the green fields.It is a nearly supernatural vision but,unfortunately, it is also totally blinding me. I have to drive slowly.I am taking the turns by memory and guess.Not very safe but, there is nothing else I can do.I can’t hide from it.Slowly bu surely we made to school.I made it to the beach and I made it back home.

I am drinking my mid morning coffee in my garden, cuddled by the sun and totally oblivious to whatever else is surrounding me.I don’t have to hide from it anymore.On the contrary, I am exposing my self to its warm touch as much as I can. I could stay here for hours.I can nearly smell an attempt of spring in the air, proved by some shy daffodil trying to blossom in my pots.

It is one of those late winter days when nothing can go wrong.Nothing can spoil your mood.One of those days when the only thing you want to do is stay out,working on your garden,walking on the beach or simply sitting on a bench letting the sun warming your cold body and gently caressing your face. You simply don’t want to waist a minute of its company because you well know that, tomorrow, it could be gone.Winter is not over yet and some dark clouds could soon come to claim their kingdom back.

80 thoughts on “A Truly Madly Ordinary Windless Friday……..”

  1. What a lovely day you had, your story warmed my heart even more ๐Ÿ˜Š I’m having a perfect weekend here. And off to the beach again later this morning, I think calls for a perfect song. ๐Ÿ˜Š Enjoy xx

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  2. A week of hauling wind probably explains all those Irish stories about the howl of the banshee outside one’s window.

    Your remark about being chopped into pieces and stored into multiple plastic bags in the freezer remind me of an early 1970s horror movie called Asylum that I once saw.

    The movie is actually a collection of 3 different vignettes (stories).

    A person applying for a psychiatrist job at the asylum is asked to interview 3 different patients at the asylum.

    But one of the patients is some guy who murders his wife and chops her up into pieces and stores her in multiple plastic bags in the basement freezer.

    Just before he closes down the freezer lid, he says to the remains of his wife, “Rest in pieces.”

    Such are my cheery thoughts on a windswept blowing snowy afternoon in western Canada while reading about a truly madly ordinary windless Friday in Ireland.

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    1. Iโ€™m really touched by your association .i ve never seen the movie but now,I can I not to.I ll just make sure Iโ€™ll watch it on my own….you know just in case someone around me would take any inspiration.

      By the way there is a book with similar plot just inverted party,this time is the wife ,bored of the usual married routine,to chop the husband ,store it in freezer and eat it.so the book provide recipes too.โ€season of taste โ€œ is called.
      Enjoy your week end my dear,hopefully with no wind and a vegetarian menu๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚โค๏ธ

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    1. I find comfort in you being as ignorant as me about assembly….๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜ŠThank you๐Ÿ˜,apparently no other mom admit that here….but I think they lie๐Ÿ˜œyes when the sun is like that is atrocious,sometimes it happens even coming back from school.I hate it .have a nice Sunday dear.

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      1. Yeah, people today get too offended over the smallest crap. And being ignorant of stuff at school is just the fact that our children really donโ€™t tell us everything and neither does the school! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  3. Stay in great mood and have a wonderful weekend ๐Ÿ’œ Oh, the keys… I swear to God, one time I’m going to get that huge circular key chain to stuck all my keys on it, to be like a dungeon keeper.

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    1. I had my house keys attached to a little purse key ring.really pretty and big enough to keep pocket money in it…..I managed to loose it walking the dogs and never found it.so may be the only solution is yes that circular key chain but around the neck๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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  4. It did me good to read that wind is bothersome to others, too. In the mountains of North Carolina, there are breezes most of the time. Occasionally when the wind blasts everything in its way, I feel unsettled and a bit jumpy. It’s always a relief when the gusts die down.

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  5. Wow, beautiful picture. Yes, the good old irish wind. . .now the keys thing, that feels like things my mom or my wife would do! And chai lattes ๐Ÿค—

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  6. I have a practical questions (because u have kids)…mmm, if a child is 15yo – he/or she is going to 9th grade? or how they call it now? when they move to high school? at 17?
    Im doing research and I think we probably have a bit different systems.
    Thank you :))

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    1. my eldest daughter is 11(will be 12 in november)and she is in 5th grade in primary school.one more year and then she will go to secondary/high school.usually secondary school you go around 12 .primary instead you stat between 4 and 5 its depend on the school ,some have a threshold(our doesnt it is very small and i my youngest starts just at four.the other being born on November there were no other option then make her start instead nearly at 5)and the month of your birthday.
      feel free to contact me privately if you want.this an other for a partner in fika.X

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    1. They are indeed…….well,15 years in Ireland and I learned they are a treat in any season๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚I know you understand…..we are on the same โ€œgalaxyโ€๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŒฆdry sunny spells and scattering showers……the mantra of the weather firecasts๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚but still I wouldnโ€™t move๐Ÿ˜€

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  7. Oh my, strong winds can definitely make life more troublesome. Simple things, like keeping your car straight while driving, can become much more difficult. I’m glad that the sun was out when you wrote this post! It always feels great to soak up a few rays during the winter.

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