See It Through to the End

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“If God gives you the strength, see it through to the end.  Mind ye, ‘twould come harder on you to travel the fifteen miles back to your starting point than to walk the thousand-odd miles yet before you.”  Last of the Donkey Pilgrims, Kevin O’Hara, c2004

Yes, I’m reading it again.  (fourth time through)  And yes, I’m loving it again.  Who can say what it is about a certain book that makes you love it?  All I know is that I’m happy, and smiling, and chuckling just like the first time I read it.  And I’m glad of it.  Thank you, Kevin O’Hara.

So you might be hearing nuggets of it this week as I rediscover favorite lines along the way.  Yay for donkeys!  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Finding the Beach in the Mountains

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My Essential Ingredients for a great beach day:

1.  Warm Sun and Blue Skies – Check

2.  Comfy beach chair and a good book – Check

3.  The  wonderful smell of Coppertone sunblock wafting in the air – Check

4.  A cool drink – Check

5.  Awesome beach tunes, provided via Chesney – Check

6.  The feel of escape (finished piano lessons, and escaped to the outside) – Check

Only thing missing…my sweetie (at work) and the feel of the ocean.  But hey, that’s where a good imagination comes in!  🙂 I love these God-given 72 degree days snuck into the middle of winter!   Slainte, Lisa

My Tribute to a Great Writer

Maeve Binchy, born 1940 and passed from this world two days ago in 2012, was my favorite Irish writer.  She wrote fiction set in rural Irish villages, and filled that fiction to the brim with characters of all types, realistic daily happenings that somehow never seemed boring, and some of the best dialogue writing I have ever read.  When you read her books, you felt as if you were transported to that Irish town, and had suddenly become close personal friends with the characters by the intimate writing voice she used.

I didn’t always like her characters or the choices they made…sometimes they made bad decisions that I didn’t agree with.  But they were always real.  Binchy’s characters weren’t flimsy, stereotypical fabrications; they seemed like people you run into everyday.  People making good and bad decisions, people making decisions that affect the rest of their lives one way or the other.

So thank you, Maeve Binchy, for giving me so many wonderful reading hours beside your stories.  I enjoyed every one of them, and will enjoy many more when I re-read them.  Slainte, Lisa