July 2009
Hmm. Somehow, in the process of trying to delay my posts so tumblr watchers aren’t bombarded, all my pictures got out of the intended order. Oh well. I carry on.
Clarification--for Emily
Georgina, from my post on the 16th, is a CASA member (that’s what we call the people with disabilities to whom we provide our services) who has cerebral palsy and is cared for by her parents at home. She has been a member since she was a child (she is 18 now), and although she goes to a workshop a few days a week (workshops are basically day centers for people with disabilities so they can...
Yesterday Gabriele and I took the DART (commuter train) to visit a girl named Georgina who lives with her parents above the pub that they own. She and her mother baked us apple pie and we sat and ate it with fresh whipped cream and tea and talked to them while rain poured off and on outside. Georgina likes to drink Bacardi Breezers, but her mother only let her have tea yesterday because it was...
Also in Sligo
Claire and I went to an old man bar to prep for karaoke and fell in love with the bartender who was named Glenn Gannon (only 27, not an old man). He is the son of the owner and he was filling in for someone on vacation. I do not think he fell in love with us, but he did give us some free shots of Jameson because we are poor volunteers. The regular customers talked to us in thick, drunken...
