I'm singing "Jesus take the wheel" like an earworm because I put Carrie Underwood singing it on my Facebook story
I'd been trying to get into my "office" to get a photo of what I rescued from a Convent
But I was roundly denied access by a Monstera Deliciouso & a huge guitar ๐ธ
One was bought for me by a man who heard me singing
I can't wait to see what you create! - he cried optimistically
I called her Jean Harlow because she was blonde
I can't play the guitar
Or lift it
When I hauled it over to my Da's gaff traffic was a hootin & a hollerin
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When I showed my Da (@Tom9296031114 he's not a Bot he's a very naughty boy) he slid a new amp in a box out from under the table
He bought it in Trax for his fiddle
Did I mention he's deaf?
I'm #AuDHD & I'm already wandering off
The man thought I would play Jean at one of my gigs
God help me I tried
My fingertips are sore from checking fasting bloods so it was hard to hold down strings
I got the Maitre D of a hotel to come & teach me the opening verse & chorus of a Beatles song
Because he's brilliant
Show me like I'm an alien I said
Then filmed him
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Despite the gloriously named De Quervaiz Tenosynovitis I had given myself - lifting a 20kg gravity blanket out of a box from Poland with one hand (filming๐) I learned it enough to get the beautiful slide at the start, the iconic start to my favourite song
& brought it to The Sky
Because it was in the middle of lockdown in December of 2020 only 15 people were allowed in
One of them was the Arts Officer sitting with a woman who drove from Trim
(My Uncle Sean Dooley was a barber in Trim)
There may have been miniature Japanese whiskies at the Mike
& thusly
When the church bells pealed ten pm I was so thrown I forgot to close with the zinger of the guitar behind the curtains
(it was a Sixty Minute Only because Covid)
So despite repeated set ups I never played it
I just mumbled something about always tell the truth & legged it
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This whole #Thread started because I wanted people to see a hilarious print of #JesusTakeTheWheel I removed from a Convent before it was sold because I'm #ActuallyAutistic & #ADHD
& attached to everything
An undiagnosed lifetime of high masking means I just live with dogs & STUFF
The Universe in its infinite wisdom is removing me from this cluttered sentinel ergo dismantling over 3 floors and a bulging yarden must commence, immediately if not sooner
To satisfy the 3 people who see this on their TL I got the photo I needed
Feast your eyes on this beauty๐
All your life
You were only waiting
For this moment
To arise
Thread
It's not 5 past 11
I took this photo today at 1.47pm
It reminds me of a man named Joe
In 1964 I was waiting to be born & 18 year old Joe Kinsella was walking up School Street to his new job as Assistant Sacriston in Rowe Street Church
It has a twin in Bride Street (1858)
From a prominent Wexford family - Kinsellas are held in the highest regard by anyone who's ever met them - Joe was the youngest boy
As a child I watched from a 3rd floor window in Saint Peters Square his solitary treks to the church
"He's very holy!" my 7 year old self thought.
I can't keep up with my 91 year old Da Tom
Every time I call over he's out
We're in an ongoing battle over the @Wrangler jeans I bought him for his 91st
I've cut the tags off, burnt the receipt & draped them over his armchair
now we wait
I presume this is me, drawn after a row ๐
These are not the @Wrangler s
He found them in the hot press during lock down
God only knows when they were bought
Born in 1930 he wore a shirt & tie and a suit every day for his entire life. #Jeans at 91
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Tracked him to the mountain.
Again.
He changed his car last week.
I don't know the make, model or reg but it's red.
And smaller than the gigantic thing he bought when he was 90.
He only has Sid in the back anyway.
1. Here's my 90yo Da Tom, on the squeezebox of a Saturday evening - wondering when he'll get his #vaccine
I just got him peg paste and rosin to tune up his fiddles to keep him busy
And brought fish & chips
Then found 9 accordions in a press looking for biscuits
9
I know, right?
2. I was stunned
It also explains why he built the press in the first place
With random pieces of wood he has finagled from gatchin with lads on building sites & from a quiet #Leitrim man who is his son in law
"Christ he's gone with the new lengths - he sighs
"Fuck it anyway"
The wood, beams, laths & beading are stored in the downstairs Jacks. He demolished and rebuilt his kitchen at 89. And now he's raging. So he keeps re-building then dismantling the units. He has a white box with acres of light and a raised step. You built your own stage says I.
My Da Tom (90) is coping with #Lockdown3 by consuming ribs & cabbage, marmalade & soda bread, fancy cakes & tay, drawing, painting, playing his fiddle, reading papers, watching snooker, scrolling through Facebook & Insta, playing with dogs & strong whiskey every night. #Legend
Here is his fridge.
The dude with the fag is called "Lucas Batteries"
He has been drawing him for his whole life.
On school copy books, hotel napkins, and the backs of envelopes.
And on one memorable occasion with a blue marker on a glass door.
"I always give him a #smoke!"
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I bought him a canvas and lent him his late brothers painting set. Filled with colours and brushes, rulers and the nub of a little yellow pencil.
He did this with a sharpie and wax crayons I also brought
And stuck those elves on with Superglue
He tells me it's done an hour later.
@KathyBurke So I hear rustling in the press under the sink.
And say to Val - there's that mouse.
I bang hard on the door and open it. I gingerly extract the Hunky Dorys (assorted) from where I've hidden them on my sedated self. Christ, I announce. The 2 bags of cheese and onion are empty! ๐ง
@KathyBurke 2. And Val (Professor Clouseau) announces it could be a fault in the factory & bag wasn't filled
Ahem
Well, how do you explain this then? & present the arse of a Ryan's Sliced pan from the cooker I use as a shelf
The corner is gone and there are 2 tiny circles of bread missing.
@KathyBurke@valerievaleraaa 3. She examines the packet minutely for minutes. Ah, says she. This isn't chewed, it's been burnt on the ring while you made coffee. Dear reader, I believed her. Until I found mouse shit on top of the microwave. There's a mouse in this house I announce to Imogen who tells me to