A quiet weekend...

I went back to work on Thursday, still feeling groggy and not quite with it. Whatever drugs the doc gave me made me sleepy and somewhat wired at the same time. I finished the drugs on Thursday night and felt on the mend when I woke on Friday morning. A few beers with the boys and a new colleague on Friday night was a nice way to end a pretty shite week. I went to the gym on Saturday morning just coz I felt like it. I took it easy there and soaked in the bath afterwards for a bit...that was nice and relaxing. I think most of the lads give me space in the bath due to my tatts...it's a bit of a taboo here, as I'm sure I've said before. That afternoon I shwed our new colleague around the area we live, the shops, stores, dry-cleaners and whatnot. Stayed in last night, editing photos and went to bed early. Well, I am 33 now so I have to watch the body even more, keep it fine tuned!! As if...

As for today, it being the day of rest, rest is indeed what I did. I woke early, as I do, and spent the day working on stuff for the CBR, editing my photos from Hokkaido (most of which are poor I'm afraid...cold hands means shaky images) and doing a couple of Su Doku puzzles to break the day up. My folks gave me the foreign press collection (The english Times) of So Doku and I must say it's addictive. I missed my train stop on Thursday night coming back from work as I was caught up in one of them. I like them. I'm such a geek...

I also had my first journalistic article, including my photographs, published this week but I have yet to see a copy of it. I am hoping that the magazine will post a couple of copies out to me. It's a birding article folks in Wings magazine, the glossy that Birdwatch Ireland publish 4 times a year. A budding photojournalist?? Here's hoping, although going by my Hokkaido photos, I doubt it.

As my birdy pics and scenic photos are not quite finished yet, the suspense shall continue to build for another few days while I finish the editing process and write the "Bird Post". I promise the bird post shall be up by the end of the week...well, I hope.

I just want to leave you with one of my favourite poems from WBY. If anyone has a copy of his poetry and doesn't want it, my letterbox will gladly accept it!!

Carmo's Diet: this week, I've mostly been eating drugs, chicken and vegtable juice.

Carmo's Birds: blurry and distant

Carmo's Birds for Byrdy: Jessica Alba

The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping

than he can understand