Monday Memories.

“For the great Gaels of Ireland / Are the men that God made mad, / For all their wars are merry, / And all their songs are sad.” G.K.Chesterton

It's been a year ~ a little more. We are counting down the months. If I could download one of those ticker things I would. In a little under a year they'll be back on our island shore, our mad Irish friends.

These are the friends Ditz sees once every 2 years when they come out to visit their grandpa & four of them squeeze into grandpa's tiny little house for 6 weeks. This is a friendship that has survived a language barrier; the boys had a broken mix of English & ...hm, Flemish I think it was . Sile will have to correct me. Anyway they were at school in Belgium which is tinier than Ireland & doesn't speak either English or Irish.

This is a friendship than has survived the *boys/girls have germs* stage! It has survived multiple time zones & the vagaries of 2 continents. It has survived two intelligent & well travelled young men & a Ditz who flaunts her ignorance like a war trophey & has barely been out of her own state let alone her own country.


Yet every two years when they arrive jet~lagged & frazzled you'd never think they hadn't spoken to us in over two years. The jokes are the same jokes. The kids click as if they'd never been separated at all. That Ditz is a girl has never mattered. In the years we have known them they've never had a fight; not even a disagreement.

And while the kids do kid things Sile & I put the world to rights. lol. The world should listen to us. We have it all figured out.

Ditz & Sile's older boy share a birthday month & we always celebrate their birthdays together. This year the kids traded presents across the ocean. They've done the occassional e~mail. Ditz has BIG plans afoot. I'm in trouble for letting the cat out of the bag prematurely but no~one told me it was a secret.

I have a knack for collecting friends in far~flung places! I'm looking forward to the day I can finally collect them all in one place.