Chiming in…


From Dublin where it’s, as always, sunny but cool. Has not rained in weeks (months?).

That’s the weather report. Pretty soon, if this continues, the English will be hopping Aer Lingus flights to here instead of the obligatory Brit holiday in Tenerife.

Have devoted the day to desk clearing – literally:  I espy 15 cd’s (mostly music) , 3 pairs of scissors, 2 pairs of sun glasses, reading glasses, lamp, a crap portable disk drive, framed photos of daughters , framed photo of myself with Frank O’Halloran as we played the Blues Brothers in Laurie’s last pantomime and shall again in the next Panto  (Sleeping Beauty) in Venice,  January, 2012.


Barking Dogs…

This morning at church we stood for approximately 2.7 hours;  longer than usual because there was an additional service after the main liturgy. It was a Panikida, (prayers for the dead): as in my dead feet should have been those prayed for. Then there was the 35 minute walk home, which a person without aching feet could have done in 20 mins.

I knew that by joining the Russian Orthodox church there would be sacrifices, but not to this physical degree. Lord have mercy!  The upside is that the church has dozens of small Russian dolls, daughters of Russian worshipers. The cute kids wear head scarves, just like their moms. There must have been 85 of them this morning. They are beautiful.

There are lots of Russians living in Dublin, all working, on their way to becoming Irish.  Svetlana O’Brien – I can see it now. Or “Vladimir’s Irish Pub”.

One of the downsides to this church is language. We joined the Orthodox church while we lived in Cambridge (UK) and our priest/confessor was American (but had Russian parentage).  He was a professor and English was his first language (or maybe it was his second – not sure), although he could speak fluent Russian and colloquial English.  So the liturgy in his church was usually in English and so was confession.

Laurie and I know some of the  church Slavonic (Russian) but it’s a big jump from that to talking Russian. Especially fluently.  In high school, I and some of my wise guy, show-off friends got into a dumb habit of trying to speak to each other in Latin, but more often writing notes to each other in Latin, because speaking it ain’t easy. Italian is much easier. I can understand how Latin was dumped for Italian in Italy.


If you want a difficult language, try Irish! Spelling! Pronounciation! and only about 20 percent of the Irish can understand it (partially) and far fewer can actually speak it Here’s more info:




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