Cold & Wet in Dublin – Writing Weather

I’ve been in Dublin for a little more than a week and the weather gods must not be pleased with me! Converting celsius to Fahrenheit  I came up with the mid 60s during the day and too damn cold at night! Low 50s to mid 40s. Luckily, I came prepared for the weather.

Bad weather (by my standards) has kept me at the keyboard. I have finished chapters 46, 47 and 48. I’ve introduced a  new character. All I can say without ruining the story is the character is a woman. Good or bad, you’ll have to read the book to find out. But it has been fun throwing her into the mix of Murphy and clan, even Padre Thomas.

It’s also nice to be writing all day for a change. Maybe I’m not cutout to write in T-shirt and shorts. Can’t bundle up like this at home. I’d be committed!

There has a been a day or two the sun came out and I got pizza and took it to Cusack’s Pub about the five-minute walk from the cottage. The small pizza place is across the street and they welcome customers to bring the pizza in and enjoy a pint or two. I’d be going back but a cold pint is not inviting at this time.

The cottage does have an espresso coffee maker (there’s a God in heaven) so I have my daily overdose of cafe con leches.

Last night I put my Boy Scout training to work and started a fire in the fireplace. Jensine, whose cottage I am staying at, called the local firewood guy and though this is not the season for deliveries, she explained I was from Key West and cold. I ordered five bags and six were delivered! The driver said the boss felt for me! I think he would’ve laughed but knew it would be impolite.

My Boy Scout training is kind of rusty when it comes to starting fires and I proved that last night and this morning (can’t get the fire going no matter how much newspaper I put beneath the logs). I have to bundle up to walk to Fairview to the store and by some starter briquets. If they have cans of soup, I’m getting a few of those two.

It looks as if I will get a lot of writing done in the next week. Always a silver lining, my mother used to say. At least I’ve got matches and don’t have to rub two sticks together. Maybe I should return my Eagle Scout badge?

 

 

 

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