By Seamus Heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you’ll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
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We had a rainy Friday, which was fine because we both had dentist appointments in the morning. Paul was getting a crown, I was getting scanned for a retainer guard, and since his appointment took a lot longer than mine, I walked over to Ross and tried on a bunch of dresses; I ended up buying all three of the ones I liked because they were all in the $20 range with discounts and I will have lots of occasions to wear them next year. The rain let up enough after lunch for a walk to the park and three eagles were in the trees.
We caught up on the season finale of Only Murders in the Building in the late afternoon, a good end for the season, though it seemed slower than last season. We also watched Disclaimer, which I would quit watching if next week weren't the finale; it revels in misogyny and the plot has ridiculous gaps in order to maximize Cate Blanchett's suffering. Now, after mole for dinner and a chocolate pumpkin muffin for dessert, we're watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. Poulnabrone dolmen and the limestone pavement of the Burren:
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