Maybe it’s just a straw in the wind and in the end of the day it doesn’t matter much but then again it all depends where you’re coming from but, not surprisingly, I have a fondness for weather-vanes! Of course, I have to declare a self-interest in actually being one – the eponymous Brasscock himself. He that claims to know what way the wind do be blowing, this way and that, on most issues hoisted high as I am on my lofty perch keeping a weather eye on this, that and the other! Before the era when we have hourly reports on what the elements of the weather are up to country folk liked to know what way the wind was blowing and experience had taught them to deduce their own forecasting from that. Thus weather vanes became a popular feature atop of public buildings, churches or other tall structures. Nowadays they have become a rarity on modern buildings. I was well pleased when the Leisure Centre next door to my perch at the Brasscock was topped off with a fellow observer of all-things hereabouts, and further a field, indeed. He was a woodland creature, a dapper wee squirrel, known as Cno to his cairde. We got on great for a good while but with me being busy looking into this and that, I hadn’t noticed for a while that he had ‘upped and left’ imithe gan tasc na tuairisc a couple of years back, leaving me to bewail: Ca bhfuil mo Chno?

Maybe this’ gra’ for weather vanes goes back to my Cork childhood as the ‘Goldie Fish’ of Shandon was not only a dominant feature of our street- scape but I had a clear full-frontal and every -way view from my bedroom. No need for clocks or watches either as its four massive clocks told the time to all onlookers – but then again like any great institution, it had its detractors and so dubiously dubbed ‘The Four-Faced Liar’!

Well back to this neck of the woods and still in search of fellow-blowers-in-the-wind. Well there’s a weather vane in the form of a wee goldie fish on the Clock Tower, there’s a Fox atop Nolan, Farrell and Geoff, solicitors, at Newtown and further along the DMR there used to be a Huntsman taking aim at Lime Hill House- what happened him? Maybe there are others, readers could inform me as to their whereabouts or do I search in Vain?!


More Summer Musings- Enjoy

BBQ Rules: We are, or at least should be in the BBQ season. New standard operating procedures have been recently announced. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity. When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine:(1) The woman buys the food. (2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert. (3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand. (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman. Here comes the important part:

(5) The man places the meat on the grill.


(7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat.


(9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.

(10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.


(12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off’, and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women. Sound familiar?


Views on Aging
– Thoughts for Today

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. 

‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m four and a half!’ You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. 

‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m gonna be 16!’ You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony .You become 21. Yessss!!! 

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He turned; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now, you’re Just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?

You become 21, you turn 30, then you’re pushing 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you reach 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You make it to 60. You didn’t think you would! You’ve built up so much speed that you hit 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you hit Wednesday! 

You get into your 80’s and every day is a complete cycle; you hit lunch; you turn 4:30 ; you reach bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; ‘I Was just 92.’ Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. ‘I’m 100 and a half!’  May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

How to stay young

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘them.’ 

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’  

4.  Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6.  The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive. 

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.  Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. 

9. Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip to a shopping centre, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. 



Next Week

We take a detailed look at our wonderful local library service at Ardkeen which this summer celebrated its seventh birthday.

Go Seachtain Eile, Slan

And always remember:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Just thought I’d share the above with you, what with all this rain and stuff, as I reckon you all would be in need of cheering up and a bit of TLC!

And most important of all:

(11) Everyone praises the man and thanks him for his cooking efforts.

Important again:

(8) The man takes the meat off the grill and hands it to the woman.

More routine:

(6) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery.