Day Two Thousand and Sixty Two

There is nobody here but us today. 

Niamh and Orlaith are in not too far away Kingston and Emmet is in his very little apartment in far away Antigonish. They are not here at all. 

So it is very quiet here. Oh dear. I do not like that so much. Too bad for me.

It is the everybody pretends to be from Ireland day today. Oh well.

I am not from way far away Ireland. Craig is just from here too. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

Only Zita and Emmet and Niamh and Cousin Orlaith have the little I am from Ireland books. Ha.

But they do not get a prize. Oh well.

After lunchtime Craig and Zita have to go to the other not very far very big church. 

To say goodbye to our friend Deirdre’s mother.

She went to heaven to be with Professor Bowen. 

They wrote famous books all about brave soldiers from way far away Ireland. 

Maybe they will write brand new books now. 

Craig told me that she made the tastiest very tall chocolate cakes in the world. Ha. 

Now maybe she can have a special just tasty chocolate cakes store in heaven. That would be good. 

Uncle Bill would have all his lunchtimes there. It is known. 

At the church there was even a man with a very fat tall hat. 

He was important. You have to have hats in church if you are important. It is known.

Professor Alec and Miss Francis were there too. Ha. That was nice. 

When Craig and Zita got home we went for our before dinnertime walk. 

It is very windy cold outside today.

But we went anyway. Good for us.