The Parting Glass

Somebody pretty wonderful sent me something very special in the mail the other day. The shiny baubles (mine are "Earth") were accompanied by a little note that promise the wearing of them will bring all manner of good mojo my way.

In preparation for this trip, we had to write our wills and cover various other worst-case scenarios. I was in grave danger of triggering my barely dormant fear of dying and it's sub-speciality, fear of dying on a plane, when the necklace arrived.

Ten times the power of Ativan, and so much prettier. Thanks, Jen!

Some other people who are making this voyage bon:

• my mother, who arrived Mary Poppins-like, on Sunday.


• Jen Zug for the video chat software suggestion.


• The guys who so speedily sent out my new webcam


• The fabulous folks who have agreed to guest post while I am gallivanting across Ireland on a glorified pub crawl. Look for one or two of these a week until I get back to regular programming.

At the very least, I am planning to upload photos of the trip to flickr. The higher ambition is to keep some class of road diary on my poetry blog, 1,167. We'll see how the time and the technology goes.

And now, to borrow a second line from this famous Irish drinking song, good night and joy be with you all.