Gann ar Ola

Rith mé as ola. Rith mé as airgead agus rith mé as ola. Tá cónaí orm i dteach mór a tógadh sna 1970idí nó 90idí. Tá géar gá le tuilleadh insliú - ní fhanann teas sa teach in aon chor.
Ach buíochas le Dia tá tine oscailte sa seomra suite agus tine leictreach sa chistin. Is féidir uisce a théamh le leictreachas. Mar sin níl aon ábhar gearáin agam! Is iomaí duine atá fuar is dócha agus gan na háiseanna sin ar fáil dóibh.
 
Taitníonn sé liom tine a lasadh agus teas a chur ar fáil dom féin sa seomra suite. Ach tá sraon ar mo chuid oibre freisin dar ndóigh - níl m'oifig nó mo stuideó teolaí. Fiú agus breis geansaithe orm!
Amanta is maith an rud sraonta - tá fadhbanna dá chuid féin i gceist le fuílleach roghanna.

Innisfree, the reality

Peace does come dropping slow.
And loneliness too.
I arose and went, I stepped off the pavement grey and sought out the bee-loud glade.
I took a small cabin, obeyed that which I heard at the heart's core. And maybe I need to give it a bit more time but right now I feel there is a lot to be said for living in the metropolis; the ready company, the easy access to other farflung places, the availability of everything.
Bees and honeybees and honey are one thing.
Linnets and purple haze are all very well.
Beans taste good but sushi does too.
The reality is, Mr Yeats, I miss my friends, I loathe having to travel for everything and invariably spend a night away from home, a structure of wattle and clay takes a lot of effort to maintain and upkeep. Effort which I, frankly, (and you too) would rather spend on creative intellectual pursuits.
I'm happy I am here, I'm happy to have the opportunity to try it out. It is an experiment. I don't mind my dreams being trod on. No treading softly around here.