We voted early, by mail (actually got the ballots in the mail, filled them out and deposited them in a dropbox) so that was not something we needed to do today. I refused to look at the news all day and am going to bed early. I am so very worried that the trumpet will win again and I don’t know what I will do.
That’s not to say we had no delights today. Dean grilled tuna and we made tuna with soba noodles for dinner. (Yum!) We also had saketinis (why have I never had one of these before?). Our chopsticks were red and blue, we had one of each color.
Finally, I spent some of today on the honeymoon photos again. I got through our Ireland photos and chuckled delightfully when I found the photo of Ulick.
Ulick was our bed and breakfast host in Galway. He came up to us at the train station and asked if we needed a place to stay, told us his fee and we decided to go with him as it was easier than finding somewhere on our own.
His house was fine, our bedroom was cozy, although filled with religious icons. His breakfast, however, was unique.
I don’t remember that much about the food, probably fine, probably typical Irish breakfast, but things got cold as he chatted with us about his life and asked us about ours. At one point while we were drinking our tea Ulick asked Dean if he’d ever had Poitín. When Dean replied that he didn’t even know what it was, Ulick poured some into Dean’s tea. Dean tasted it, then coughed. Poitín, you see, is Irish “moonshine” and very potent. Note that I was not offered a taste…

On the very rare occasion that Dean accidently tucks his outside shirt into his underwear, I call him Ulick.
Featured photo courtesy The Washington Post.
OMG, what a great Ulick anecdote and antidote to my feeling of gloom and doom today.
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OMgoodness!
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I’m giggling at your last line. Perfect!
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