Day after tomorrow I'm flying to Dublin and then going to Belfast for a Making A Difference Workshop.
I hate to fly, but joyfully Are Lingus now flies out of Hartford so I don't have to go to a NYC airport.
But I'm such a homebody, being away from my blog, my dog and the love of my life, Bern, for nearly a week is making me crazy already.
I'll be fine when I get there at 5:15 a.m. Ireland time (just past midnight for me). A six hour flight (seven back because of the Gulf Stream eastward air current) where I lose a bunch of hours--five I guess. Coming back I get those hours back.
And Ireland is beauty to behold. Makes me gasp from time to time. The place in Belfast, I remember, has Heckle and Jeckle birds we don't have here--magpies.
And the people of Ireland are wondrous too.
But I hate to fly and hate to be away from home.
What a crotchety old man I'm becoming.....
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