Hey. Long time no see....and, apparently, having my own computer doesn't entice me to spend any more time on the Internet (yay!). That's right -- this post is coming to you from the brand new, tiny Acer sitting happily on my desk. Now I have no more excuses for not producing the play, and more chances to watch crap TV. :)

Ok. So, with A, the trial period is not going to end in a full-time stay here. It's going to be more like it was before, with her coming some of the week and staying elsewhere for the other days. Which is good, because I really don't think community living is for her and because then we'll still be interacting (because I feel like we're getting somewhere, sometimes -- I'm slowly getting past the massive shell she's built to see and get interested in the person underneath. Hm. Sounds Hallmark-y, but is true and lovely).

M is visiting another Camphill this week, and will be leaving us to go back to school at the end of July. Which is quite sad, actually, cause we've had some good times (and it's lovely to have a similar-age-group dynamic to balance it all out). The other night we had a grand time having a midnight picnic on the Holy Island dock. Crisps, skipping stones, music, a little wine. All good. :)

Also, it never truly gets dark here now. I mean, the sun moves far away, but still outlines some of the horizon in a lighter blue and then starts to rise around 4am, ish. We're wondering what it's like up in Northern Ireland. Aurora Borealis, anyone? Ha...but imagine?

Yesterday, the Clai gang went down to the harbour to have a small post-supper swim, because the day was really hot. Unfortunately, it had cooled down by then...but once you were in it was fine. :) And it was really lovely to see everyone splashing around, sending out happy holiday-time vibes (even though it's still school for K, and still worktime for us).

And next weekend (Sat) we (E, R, A and I) are headed off to Cork for the theatre festival. Partaking in which is my directing prof, with his one-man show. !!. I'm really excited....also because there's another Canadian group, Mamalian Diving Reflex, doing their show Haircuts by Children. It's...well...haircuts by children. 9-year-olds, assisted by the company and an Irish hairstylist. And I made an appointment, so I'm totally getting my hair cut by a 9-year-old. I'm so excited!

Ok. That's about all of the exciting news...so, to wrap this baby up, I'm going to give you some photos (mostly of our Sunday in Dingle, a couple weeks ago, to attend that Camphill's open day -- there was a lovely tractor ride by the sea, a lovely swim (with M) in the sea, and the purchase of tap shoes (for L) for 1 euro. Yeah, that's right. One. !)

So until next time, mes cheries, here's hoping you are all doing well and the summer is treating you swimmingly.

:)

LOVE.

PS: Sorry. Apparently, by some photos the Internet meant one. Still...you get the picture. Ha. I'll try to add more later.

Love.