EXCERPT FROM SARA’S JOURNAL
October 24, 1998
Near Ballyferriter
Dingle Peninsula
More Rain Notes
The Dflat has changed to a Gsharp and it’s trying for a high C. We
have stuffed a wad of tissue under the back door.
There is a tunnel of freezing wind shooting through the keyhole. Rich
has set up a desk with a Montessori of materials for creative consumption but it’s a
little close to the keyhole wind tunnel. It’s my job to keep the Peat Victory
powerful enough to reach the desk.
The round lady with the bread and the bicycle at the Ventry post office
has informed us of a Great Storm. We’re watching the weather report. The man standing
in front of Ireland is pointing to black cartoon clouds and cartoon rain and cartoon
lightning. The weatherman always has a mischievous and delighted tone in his voice when he
makes the suggestion of rain, and he uses the term "Gale Force".
The storm is, as the bicycle lady said, Great. We spend the
morning in the Love Hovel stoking and listening to the harmony at the back door. Later we
drive to Tralee to make another website publishing attempt. Rich wants to investigate the
Internet facilities in Kerry’s capitol to see if things will be any faster. The
Internet shop is called Cybersuite. We spend a few hours attempting the upload and it is a
little faster than previous tries, but the files are very large with the photographs
so in order for the pages to publish more efficiently we must slim down the site.
Tralee is a city with busy streets and parked cars and specialty shops.
I am tempted to leave the little cybersuite and walk along the narrow streets, but
the wind is blowing fiercely. I sit in a chair with Angela’s Ashes and look up
occasionally to see the leaves blowing around the walls in the street. They swirl and
twist like the reflected lights of a disco ball.
