A Day Late

Hi all! I wanted to post some pictures of the sunset in Lahinch looking out over Liscannor Bay yesterday, but, alas, it was not meant to be. So, a day later than planned, but still beautiful (in my opinion). There are also a few pictures from up at Davy's. We spent yesterday (Monday) up at Davy's listening to the very talented harper - not harpist - Paul Dooley. I would love to find his CD, I think it would be the end of my whole not sleeping issue. For all those suffering from less than ideal weather and are a tad bitter about it (Kymbre), don't worry, it is starting to get cold here. I would tell you the temperature, but I have no idea how to read degrees in celsuis. If were weren't in Ireland the clouds would be producing snow, but they are only spitting rain at the moment. Oh my, I almost forgot! Allow me to gush for a moment, please. I finally found the courage (and manipulated my fingers to fit the bore holes) to play the low whistle Davy made for me in front of him. I played "The Last Rose of Summer." At the end, sorry Noah, Davy gave my hand a squeeze and my cheek a peck. I cannot believe that I played for a Grammy Award winning artist and he was gracious enough to give me a compliment! Wow! What a world! (and an amazing overuse of exclamation points. Sorry.) PS