Tag Archives: Limerick

Rainy day

I bought a book called 642 Things to Write About for those days when I couldn’t think of anything to write about.

Today is one of those days.

One exercise suggests that I write a limerick. From scratch.  I don’t think I have ever tried that before…so here goes:

zanyThere once was a day oh so rainy
That the view out the window looked grainy.
It made the dog sleepy
And its mom kinda weepy;
Soon they both were locked up for the ‘zanies.’

You’re welcome.

The seventh day

The Internet is an amazing thing.

While doing a Google search yesterday for I-can’t-remember-what, I stumbled across an image of this Edward Hopper painting.

Appropriately enough, it’s called “Sunday.”

The moment I saw it, I was transported back to Ireland.  I spent two glorious weeks there back in 1997.  One of the first locals I spoke with was an older gentleman, sitting outside his flat in Limerick, in a pose reminiscent of Hopper’s rendering.

He let me take his picture, too.

His name was Jack O’Shea, and he had a large, toothless grin and sunny disposition.  That’s his dog Pavarotti seated next to him.  The two didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

That’s what lazy Sundays are all about.