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Lunch: Before

All the changes to the website are causing updates that could be avoided if I could simply quit mentioning the image at the top of the page. In our last episode – involving puckering up at the Blarney Stone – there was a picture of Blarney Castle that I felt needed an explanation.

Well.

I should have left it alone. Next day, new changes. It’s still a nice landscape shot of Ireland until I can manage an outside shot of the bookstore. Raining today. Even while the sun is shining.

Go figure.

At any rate, I needed something to at least tie the picture to the shop, so I photographed my lunch. Cup o’ soup (White Cheddar & Potato), Ham & Cheese sandwich, and a side o’ chips. We call it the Every Day Special. It’s made fresh, to order. And not just the sandwich. That bowl of soup started out as russet potatoes earlier this morning. Peeled ’em. Cooked ’em.

Ate ’em. (Took the picture first, which I promise I don’t normally do at lunchtime. Thus: the title. Lunch: Before I ate it.)

Served the soup at lunchtime until it ran out. Irish stew is at the ready every day. Serving Monday through Friday at lunchtime.

Come visit and sit down for a spell. And maybe a cup o’ soup!

McHuston

Kiss the Stone.

As the story goes, if you pucker up and kiss the proper spot at Ireland’s Blarney Castle, you’ll magically receive the “Gift of Gab,” which allows you to deliver a load of blarney with eloquence. A fellow named John O’Connor described it well, pointing out that “Blarney is something more than mere flattery. It is flattery sweetened by humour and flavoured by wit. Those who mix with Irish folk have many examples of it in their everyday experience.”

During colonial times, there were enough Irish immigrants in America that many of the words they used were incorporated into our version of English. Except, when they said Blarney, it came to be repeated in a different way. You’ve may have heard someone express their skepticism with: He’s full of boloney! Here in the US the term Blarney became boloney and came to be synonymous with “full of bull.” A little less flattering than the original version implies.

In the image, the Blarney Stone is at the upper left of the tall square tower, incorporated into a battlement by Cormac Laidir MacCarthy, who built the place. According to the version related to me, Mr MacCarthy was involved in a legal dispute and sought the aid of Clíodhna, the Queen of the Irish hill faeries. (Back in Mr MacCarthy’s time, it was common to appeal to the benevolent figures in Irish mythology.)

Clíodhna told Mr Mac that if he would kiss the first stone he came across, he would be blessed with an eloquence that would aid in his courtroom presentation. He won his legal case, and later decided to add the magical stone to the uppermost area of the castle he was constructing.

There it remains.

Visitors to his castle are invited to lie down and give the stone a kiss to receive the gift of blarney. Of course, when I touched lip to rock, it simply recharged the thing. I was already full o’ gab, I suppose.

The point of the story?

Don’t really have one. It’s just an explanation as to the image that is currently at the top of the website. (Those of you who occasionally visit the pages may have noticed the hiatus in new posts, an interruption of several weeks caused by technical difficulties.) I’m still trying to restore the site, but there are still glitches. Blarney Castle serves to replace the mountain range that was the object of the last post, an image that is retired for the time being.

The shot is from a vantage point that most tourists will overlook. The car park (as they call it) is to the right edge and a lengthy path leads to the castle, between it and the tall round towers. You’d be needing your waders to take a similar photo.

Of course, you need hip-waders when you’re in the company of those of us spouting the blarney.

In the Hills, the Cities.

Something could be said about lofty goals, or the rock-steady confidence in the book industry. Maybe it’s a depiction of the enduring nature of the climb, striving to reach the summit. The frigid climate at the top of the literary world. Man. I’m reaching here.

It is just a picture, folks.

Mountains in the distance. Snow-capped. Trees and craggy overlooks. Nature stuff.

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Eventually, the webpage will feature an aesthetically-pleasing, locally-topical photograph that will have a definite connection to: 1) the book shop. 2) the Rose District. 3) Broken Arrow 4) Irish lunch fare.

Oh, and 5) Books.

After all, this is a bookstore website. Maybe the new photo will be along the lines of the image at the right, which is the wrong shape to replace the hi-def shaped mountain-pic. Click on the bookshop-at-night image for a groovy 3-D effect. (OK. I’m kidding about the 3-D thing.)

At this point, I’m just pleased to have something up and showing. (You have NO idea how much whining, cursing, and foot-stamping you have missed getting to this point.) Website crashes are akin to trashbag failures: Frightening at the initial impact, tedious in the cleanup, and odorous in the aftermath. I’m bleaching the smell out at this point. So…

Any of you photo-minded shutter-snappers who’d like to have an image featured (with credits) to replace the less-than-idyllic Alps/other mountain range picture (’cause I just don’t know an Alp when I see one) – send an email for the size requirements or download the mountains image as a template. A prize may be involved.

And, thanks for asking (even if it was to yourself): What does a mountain scene have to do with a Rose District bookstore? To which, the short answer would have been – Nada. Zip. Nothing. (OK. Getting long-winded for a short answer.)

(A $25 gift certificate to the first to identify – correctly – the obscure blog title reference… )

Come Visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District, BA. OK!

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