It’s a red-letter day here in Culchieland! I left the house! I know, what on earth could possibly have happened to make me leave? On foot? In the rain? Hell, it’s Ireland, it’s nearly always raining…
Well, I had to make the trek down to the post office to get my dole. That’s welfare, for my Yank friends. On the way, I:
Met BD who is a manager at the post office, and my sometime Harley-Davidson biking buddy. He was making deliveries, which is not his normal job. We had a short chat and blamed the shortage of staff on the presidential election flyers tying up all the postal workers. He handed me my post – a presidential election flyer.
So, mail in pocket, I continue my walk to the post office… is that ironic? It had rained a LOT overnight so there were little earthworms drying up and dying in the church driveway. I picked up three and tossed them into the grass.
Continuing on my way, I saw a small tortoise-shell coloured kitten running around under the parked cars in front of the grocery store that we don’t patronise. I don’t know why not, we just don’t. I tried to coax her to me, but she was scared and probably feral. I wouldn’t let a young fella in a hurry leave until she moved from under his car to another.
Up to the PO, chat with the clerk – turns out two people are on holiday and one other had a funeral for his mother in law. Aren’t small towns fun? Can you imagine getting to have a chat at the post office instead of a surly government worker? Wheee! And my dole went up €20, why? no clue. I’ll take it, 70 is better than 50 any day. It still is a drop in the debt bucket.
Back out, down to the Paper Shop where my mother in law works. She’s usually only there in the afternoon, but she’s in, and so are the other three ladies that work there. They aren’t all working; mam and B are, and the other two are chatting and bringing coffee and sammiches to the others. Aw. Mam has a cold and can barely talk. They all ask me about my back, and my job hunt. A fella delivering magazines hears me talking about my back, and I get advice and the name of a physio who fixed him ‘in one go.’ A physio is someone who isn’t a doctor, or a chiropractor, but does stuff to people who are hurt, like a sports/physical therapist. This one apparently is the physio for a GAA team in B… okay, I don’t recall the name of the town, but it started with a B and I’d never heard of it. Apparently if I go to B… and ask anyone on the street for so-and-so, they will know him and give me directions. Yes, that is the way things work over here!
Back out for the walk home. Dammit, kitten is still under the cars along the main street. Very dangerous for the wee thing. So I try, and try, to get it to come to me. She talks to me, but runs. I gave up, walked away…then turned back and into the grocery. I went to the deli counter and asked if they had a tiny bit of ham or turkey or chicken, as I was trying to catch a cat. I would have paid for it, but she handed me a bit of ham off the slicer. Thanks, deli lady!
Back outside, the kitten finally gets sick of my attentions and runs off down the alley, past the back road behind the houses & shops on the main street, and into someone’s overgrown garden. I tore up the ham and left it in the grass. At least she was safe from cars, now.
On the way home, I find and save two more worms. I feel like an Annelida hero! Yes, I Googled that. I’m a geek, but not that much of a geek!
In case you were wondering, here’s why worms surface when it rains.
My heart just sang a little whilst I took that loverly little journey with you. I love your little town and all it’s people. Such a warm bunch.
Love you saver of the earth worms! *sound the royal horns*
This morning I saved an earthworm and thought of you. *sigh*
Yay! Pay it forward, Annelida Style!
What a nice glimpse into your life. Makes me miss Newmarket! And I had to Google Annelida – what a pretty word! Much better than ‘worm’!
I Googled ‘what phylum are earthworms in?’. So yeah, geek city! It is pretty, bet there’s a kid named that somewhere…
I save worms too… or I did before I moved to AK… land of no worms. Or near as I can tell no worms. It’s not their fault that asphalt is hot.
Great little story. You mentioned your back and being on the dole. This reader in very similar bind: broken back killed career! Tell me your horror story; I’ll tell mine. Also, sucker 4 catz! Me 2!
Hi Michael! My back issues are -as far as I know- just slow degeneration. I covered the horror story in a post called ‘I’m not spineless but wish I was’. If I lived in the US I’d have both a job and a prompt doctor appointment. I was made redundant from my admin job in Feb 2010, and the economy here is so bad that I can’t find anything else. And now I can’t even stand for 10 mins pain free… I suppose I can hold out hope for getting put on the Irish version of disability but I doubt it, as they just decided I no longer qualify even for my measly unemployment. I get too angry to think about it clearly, too…