Don’t forget the fada, eh?
The budget rules, in this house, have a single rule. If you are replacing something that you already own, the cost doesn’t count as a splurge. You’re just maintaining the status quo. Making a mad dash on a sunny day, to pick up something in the city is OK. And it requires a household to do things like that. Otherwise, the dog might miss out on most roadtrips. Yes, the Apple count here is up, but that’s only for the moment.
So there you have it; we didn’t sit home and watch the grass grow, all day. I’m going to mark today’s trip down as officially a grocery session, because we did stop into the Co-Op in Morell. Their meats are much better than we deserve.
Carrying on. I didn’t realize that I should own a fada homonym dictionary. Yes, it exists. Turns out that diacritical marks, in Irish, aren’t an affectation. Use one wrongly and you’ve changed the whole sense of a sentence. I’m already at the low end of being understood here, so I’d best get the alternate keyboard “under my thumb”. I’m watching the Canadian online bookstores for a copy; if not, there’s that little place in Dublin that has my address on file.
Trying to decide what to do with the rest of the evening. Something passive. The dog doesn’t care; no roadtrip on his horizon, so he’ll continue to warm the bed. And if I get bored, I still know how to read. So many possibilities, don’t you know?
