Barber, Indian food and Water

Did anyone have trouble finding their way over here? I sure hope not; it really isn't that far.

How are you? I am just fine. Today I slept in, before reading classifieds and playing ukulele. Later I went down town to see what was up, and buy mothers day gifts. After seeing what was up, and asking the cashier what mothers like, I returned home. There was a lot of other stuff, before I went on the Internet to watch lots of stringed instrument videos.

Later, my dad returned from New Jersey, bringing Italian pastries and Bread. After dinner, I watched a little TV, before telling you all about it.

Well, on Monday, I am going to Allyson's Orchard to talk to Homer Dunn about my rototilling and fruit picking experience, and hopefully be accepted as a field hand. I have been in fields, and I have hands, so hopefully I will qualify. I do hope that EC have not neglected me, but just in case it would be nice to have some back ups.

Today I learned some Irish words. The first is "musha", which means indeed and "culabula" which means OK. Did you know that the Irish language has no equivalent of the words yes and no, so that explains the Hiberno- English habit of long winded answers that has long been adapted by politicians of every race and nationality. A good example of this is found in a quote by Eamon De Valera, who helped lead the Irish war of independence: "Every instinct of mine would indicate that I was meant to be a dyed-in-the-wool Tory, or even a bishop, rather than the leader of a revolution." Without the Hiberosemantics, ( I should start a phase coining company) the quote would simply read "I don't like fighting."

That's all. Have a good week.