#until tomorrow around 9 and quite frankly i’m fucking pissed that if i want to go to the store for peanut nemnems i have to manually lock

[iinmysights]

why didn’t i think to ask if “we can only unlock and lock the car but we can’t start it” meant that they could give me a new key fob and i’d just have to use a separate key unattached to the fob to start my car until after i ended the call

#Ravage.txt #dl #now i need to wait for my parents to come back so i can make dad call the place and ask for me 🧍‍♂️ #stupid dealership deciding to just give me an ‘intermittently working’ key fob IT HASNT WORKED ONCE!!! NOT EVEN ONCE!!!!! SINCE I PICKED HIM #UP ON FRIDAY. like THE FUCK GUYS YOU TOLD ME YOUD REPLACE IT #they said they’d take the charge for the replacement since they were supposed to give me a working fob but their usual place doesn’t open #until tomorrow around 9 and quite frankly i’m fucking pissed that if i want to go to the store for peanut nemnems i have to manually lock #and unlock my car and suffer the embarrassment of the alarm going off every. single. time. i unlock it. #I WANT MY NEMENMS (M&MS)!!!! and i want PANCAKES but i can’t have SHIT because of social ANXIETY #im so mad i’m sooo mad bc my guy was supposed to text me yesterday morning or call and tell me when the key people could get me in. well #guess fucking what he didn’t do that until after noon when ***i*** texted HIM first (i said i wasn’t available after noon bc of class #earlier but when i woke up it had been canceled but i didn’t tell them that) and he was basically like ‘oh sorry yeah they couldn’t do it #today do you have time tomorrow?’ so i said yes and then he said ‘oh sorry they’re closed tomorrow do you have time on wednesday?’ #do you see. do you see why i want to go apeshit. do you see why i’m trying to find local places that replace key fobs. #im not calling ace back until dad gets back though nuh uh that’s his job now #genuinely annoyed with the dealership rn. oh it stinks of cigarettes to the point where your eyes water and you’re trying to not cough? #we’ll do a smell treatment now then instead of when we first got the car which allowed you to use it as bargaining leverage. oh your key fob #doesn’t work? we’ll say it works ‘intermittently’ on friday and not replace it until wednesday at the soonest. oh your gas cap has a lock on #it? we never bothered to check that in our safety inspection so you’ll have to remove it yourself and buy a new one and we’ll cover that #expense. #im so done with them dude im so glad my parents aren’t buying another car from them #they were a lot better than the kia guys we went to why had a whole ton of bullshit fees that literally raised the price of a soul to double #but they’re only MARGINALLY better. really hope ace CAN actually replace the fob they just technically can’t give me a manual key (i have a #spare anyway that isn’t attached to the current fob)

[clarenecessities]

5/2/17

ahh well. we had another session with Lilis (my grandson) this morning, and then he and his husband went back to Galway which is terrifically depressing bc i love him and i want him to stay forever

mm i was still tired from yesterday so i came up and took a nap after, ‘til we had class again at two. an adorable old man named Paddy Beg (as distinct from Paddy Mor) took us down to the Anglican church, which had been built on the site of an old Catholic monastery, which had in turn been built on a pagan burial ground. so you walk through the cemetery and it’s in chronological order of religion, heheh. so he took us down in the sous-terrain that the Catholic monks had built to hide from the vikings, & it was pretty sweet ngl. assessing my damages from the day reveals i got some pretty bruised knees but that bit was worth it, i think. you couldn’t stand up all the way & for one of the adjunct tunnels you had to crawl. sat with ben and hunter and brionna? brianna? for a while, making shadow puppets and enjoying the “dank cave”. upon emerging i made a series of puns (only one i can remember now is correcting kayleen saying she self-identified as an elf (in response to being called a vampire bc she wore all black and a sunhat today to avoid yesterday’s sunburn mistakes & you know, emerging from the dark cave into a cemetery) to saying she ‘elf-identified’) and perhaps the worst daisy chain mankind has ever seen. i’ve still never been taught so i just tried braiding the poor bastards & ultimately tied them together with another daisy and left them on the door of the sous-terrain.

next was the standing stone and mostly-buried portal dolmen in the next field over, which is the first stop on Colmcille’s pilgrimage if you’re ever in the Middle of Nowhere, Donegal on June 9th. they were both pre-Christian sites that got co-opted, so the standing stone has crosses and things carved on it and things. what you do on the pilgrimage is, you take off your shoes at the dolmen, circle 3 times clockwise (saying 3 prayers three times each go around) and then walk around the 9 sites across the entire godforsaken valley, and then come back covered in thistle stings and mud and probably a great deal of sheep shit, having prayed for your own sake on the way between the sites. apparently most people doing it leave their shoes on, which is probably for the best 

then we went back to yesterday’s Hell Mountain. i was beginning to have a bit of trouble on the way there, overheating and nerve pain in my leg bc yesterday took like, every single muscle in my body. rested on the way up on a big flat rock which was unfortunately surrounded in stinging nettles that got me through my sleeve :p on the bright side it was pretty hilarious and ben got a good picture of me–i was holding a 2 liter of diet pepsi with my arms crossed over it like a mummy bc i guess that’s how i fucking lie

well eventually we made it up to Colmcille’s bed, which is part of a larger site, the walls of the cell he relegated himself to in penance. there were four big piles of stones (like, knee-deep and about seven feet across) with crosses erected, & Paddybeg said he (or somebody, didn’t quite hear that part) had carried them up the mountain in penance. and like, big stones, head-sized stones. y’all know Colmcille’s deal? he copied a book without the author’s permission, they fought over it, eventually the case wound up with the High King who said, “to each cow its calf, to each book its copy” and basically  established copyright law. but you know, Colmcille, being a Donegal man, he took off with the book in the night, and all the Donegal chiefs (chieves?) assembled their clans and went to battle with the High King (who was fucking pissed, it was literal treason) and long story short, thousands and thousands of people died. so Colmcille was like “oh shit. i fucked up.” and tried to like, do right by God by doing all this stuff. he slept on a stone bed wherever he went, and this particular bed, the clay from under it supposedly protects a house from burning down if you build a pinch into its foundation. There are also two round stones, one about the size of a cantaloupe for migraines (you rub it in a circle on your scalp three times) and a second that wasn’t there today, about the size of an apple, that i’m guessing youu rub on your eyes or something bc it’s supposed to cure blindness.  Paddybeg said during the troubles he saw a carload of mothers come up for some of the clay, bc hey lived in Derry, and… well, you know. no word on if it worked but i sure hope so

after that was the chair, and that took… a while. i had to stop and rest for long enough that Sean noticed, and then Paddy noticed, and suddenly everybody’s concerned bc i looked admittedly close to death (frankly i always do, it was more a matter of my not wisecracking that was cause for concern). but i kept up with everyone alright in the end, drank of a few people’s waters, focused on keeping my leg where it was supposed to be bc it’s surprisingly difficult to keep track of, particularly w the nerve pain. we came along to Colmcille’s chair, which is a sort of throne built out of rocks, that overlooks most of the valley–and it is beautiful. we were high enough up that we were getting some good wind, which helped w the overheating. Paddybeg had us pick up three pebbles (or rocks; he said they could be as large as we liked). i picked one that looked like a fang, a lump of pure white quartz, and a bit with two little scars, filled with crystals. like a baby geode

then we got to the Holy Well–nice modest little shrine, the well itself, and about a million fucking rocks, all in piles. some of them were pumpkin-sized, some so teeny they might’ve been there beforehand, but we all added our rocks to the piles and sat down while Paddy told us about Colmcille’s life and death and reburial and all sorts of things. When we came down the mountain, a bit back before the chair Paddybeg had brought his car (on account of he’s old and has too much arthritis to go killing his ankles on a mountain) and he gave me a ride back down. oh, and abie, who he’d also given a ride up. on the way back we passed hunter petting a 5th cat, a white tom with tabby patches who i’m determined to find again

went to the chipper (longest walk of my life) and got some food before i keeled over in the street–OH! when we were getting ready to leave for our hike, i got to meet Ace!!! he’s a yellow lab & the village dog & i love him but he also brought his friend, a border collie who i Extra Love bc he liked to sit in my lap. they walked part of the way to the church with us. uh where was i.. yes dinner, so i got dinner at the chipper & went back home until class started in an hour and a half or so

we had a poet come in and talk to us about writing poetry & then wound up writing our own poems. ii wrote mine about my dad bc a lot of dudes here have freakishly similar jawlines. i mean,, it’s almost like they’re all irish or something

there’s no hike tomorrow so i get to decompose in peace for once, but pray for me anyway–we’ve got language first thing

#daily clare #clare goes to Ireland #long post