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Summer Timetable

31 July, 2009
Posted in: Boys, Ireland, Mr. Waffle, Princess

Fresh from our experience of Belgian summer “stages”, in the spring we started looking for ways to entertain our daughter in the month of July when she would be on holidays but we would not.

In March I signed her up for a week at the National Concert Hall. It cost €150. The week before the course started in July, they were advertising places for €75. The early worm gets the bird. The course started at 10 and none of the other aspiring musicians appeared to be the offspring of two parents who worked as there parents were able to drop them off and collect them. A task which we delegated to C, a nice French girl on our books. Nevertheless, it did run for more or less the duration of the school day and herself learnt to conduct and to sing:

Haydn’s Great Surprise
SURPRISE SYMPHONY – JOSEPH HAYDN
Listen very carefully/To this noted symphony/Maybe you will recognize/Haydn’s Great Surprise
Though it’s slow make no mistake/This piece will keep you awake/With a trick that typifies/Haydn’s Great Surprise
Did that outburst startle you?/Well that’s what it was meant to do/Don’t forget its name implies/Haydn’s Symphony’s the Great Surprise
Oh there’s that burst again/You will hear it now and then/Every time that we reprise/Haydn’s Great Surprise
And if you think you’re smart/Try to learn this piece by heart/See if you can memorize/Haydn’s Great Surprise
Just be careful goodness knows/While list-e-ning stay on your toes/Heed this warning to the wise/Haydn’s Symphony’s the Great Surprise

Then the next week, it was off to the Municipal Gallery which, for €60, undertook to entertain her from 10.30 to 12.00 for four days (closed Monday). On day one she spent the whole time “staring at just one painting, can you imagine how boring that is?” On inquiry, it transpired that the painting was Waterloo Bridge by Monet:
Waterloo Bridge.

I don’t think that she’s going to like the Impressionists. In any event they’ve got off to a rocky start. Day 2 was better; they made a drum and didn’t look at any art. Day 4 was rendered hideous, for me, by having to tackle the much loved babysitter C, in relation to the (unknown to us) boyfriend whom my husband met on returning to the house unexpectedly at lunch time on Day 3. She was contrite.

Weeks three and four were due to be spent in the Alliance Francaise for an eye watering €450. I hope that she will thank me one day when she can properly roll her French rs. In the first week she really seemed to like the course and it made French seem much more real to her to be speaking in French to children her own age again. In the past month, she had stopped speaking to her father in French though he has nobly kept us his role and suddenly she was back speaking to him in French again. I have to record, in proud parent fashion, that as her English reading has improved her French reading has come along in leaps and bounds and she is now at a stage where she can (more or less) read age appropriate comic book material which means that she is doing a lot more of French reading than when she could only read baby books. Anyhow, I felt very warm towards the Alliance until late Friday evening when we discovered an email telling us that the course for the following week had been cancelled. I fail to see how a two week course could have enough children in week one but not in week two. On finally, after many irritated hours on hold, getting through to reception on the following Tuesday afternoon, I was greeted by an outstanding member of staff. My irritations were many but she soothed them wonderfully by making noises of competent contrition. She made no excuses. She apologised with gratifying thoroughness. She asked me to send in my complaint in writing (something I have been itching to do) and she promised that she herself would see my refund cheque was issued that evening. I felt distinctly less chilly towards the Alliance than I had done over the weekend. Emergency arrangements were made as follows: the Princess went to her loving Dublin grandparents for a couple of days and I took part of yesterday and today off to whisk her down to Cork for the end of the week. My loving husband is off from today until the end of the summer; remaining holiday cover falls to him to deal with. And there’s plenty of it since the boys finished Montessori today (something you might think would merit a post on its own – I’m getting to it) and herself is now officially finished all her courses. Thank heavens we are all off on August 8 for a fortnight. Mr. Waffle might otherwise collapse from the strain.

IKEA

30 July, 2009
Posted in: Dublin, Ireland

IKEA has opened in Dublin. The first branch in the Republic of Ireland. The Irish Times ran several articles, there was a play (“Waiting for IKEA” – I am not joking) and the city is filled with those IKEA poster ads. You know the ones I mean. The nation is beside itself with excitement. It was discussed extensively at a dinner party in our house last Saturday night. I flaunted my superior knowledge of IKEA and its products (the Billy bookcase, the Expedit shelves, the Malm drawers, the inedible meatballs) until my husband glared at me and said “Yes, Anne knows all about Swedish flat packed furniture” and I was suitably quashed. I was also slightly amazed that none of our other guests had been to the establishment which supplied a depressing quantity of our furniture. They were excited and enthusiastic about IKEA and its works. Not quite as excited as the Irish Times on Saturday which observed:

Those who have not before ventured into an Ikea outlet are likely to be gobsmacked by their visit. It’s not just the scale of the store, but the sweep of its ambition. Ikea stores have more in common with attractions such as zoos or large garden centres than shops; they are destinations for a day out, where cheap and cheerful eating and putting the kids in the creche are as important as the shopping.

Still, I understand the enthusiasm from my superior perch. When I moved to Belgium for the second time in 1998, I had to buy furniture. I fell in love with IKEA. So cheap, so handy, so beautiful. As the years went by, I fell out of love, so cheaply made, so challenging to assemble and so exactly like what everyone else has. As my ultimate ambition becomes to get rid of all my IKEA furniture and replace it with slightly more unusual things I can find elsewhere, my contemporaries are desperate to hand over their hard earned cash to the Swedish giant. I am enjoying the feeling of smugness that accompanies me everywhere. I said proudly to my husband the other day, “I will never cross the threshold of IKEA in Dublin.” “Mmm,” he said, “did you say that we needed a big plastic box on wheels to store the boys’ train sets in? I wonder where we would find something like that?” “Trapped like a trap in a trap,” as Dorothy Parker would say.

Reading

29 July, 2009
Posted in: Reading etc.

“The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd

This is on the new Leaving Cert English syllabus and I had never read it. It’s a beautifully written book with lots of interesting themes: race relations; family tensions; religion; gender roles; chance; and bees.

“Count Karlstein” by Philip Pullman

I picked this up in the library. I found it to be a slightly dull offering for younger readers. Disappointing.

“The Moronic Inferno” by Martin Amis

I do like the way that Martin Amis writes but this is a dull collection of old, old journalism dragged together, rather unwillingly, under the unifying theme of America. The best parts are the pieces on authors but, frankly, there is only so much that I want to hear about Saul Bellow whom he worships. The article on Truman Capote was much better. His articles on Norman Mailer and Philip Roth are alright. Norman Mailer sounds like a pain. I’ve read a lot of Philip Roth and I thought that the article suffered quite a bit from having been written well before Roth’s most recent spate of books from the mid-90s onwards. The political and current affairs stuff dates very badly. The article on AIDS is a mildly interesting insight into the height of hysteria in 1984. Current affairs in a mobile free/internet free world is just weird. There is one very good essay on child murders in Atlanta but that and a flashy cover is not enough really. So disappointing when I consider how much I enjoyed “The War against Cliche” (another reheated journalism collection).

“The Clothes on Their Backs” by Linda Grant

I quite enjoyed the themes explored in another book by Linda Grant, “When I Lived in Modern Times” and I bought this on the strength of it. I found “”When I Lived in Modern Times” full of plot and incident and interesting background but not very well written. I think that this book is a much better written book but I found it less engaging. Perhaps this is because I know more about Jewish refugees living in England (not a lot but more) than I do about the State of Israel. I am fascinated by Israel as a State more nakedly founded on an idea than any other. I was a little disappointed by this book. On the plus side, the author has a blog about clothes.

“The Northern Clemency” by Philip Henscher

It took me ages to get into this large tome and I had to incur a 50 cent late fine from the library upon returning it. I am very glad that I persisted. It’s an excellent book though I remember thinking that the author was having his own little joke when he wrote at page 482 “she’d been reading The Far Pavilions for four weeks now, persevering with it; handling seemed to have incresased its bulk by half as much again”. Also very true of this 738 page book; Sheffield all week long. It’s a sprawling family epic (my favourite), competently written and more slice of life than plotted but it works reasonably.

“Brooklyn” by Colm Toibin

This is a book about emigration. Emigration is a big theme in Ireland. If I may present a potted history of Ireland since Independence, you will see why this is so (I can’t face going back to the Famine).

Ireland Since Independence – A Potted History

1920s: War of Independence/Civil War, continuing emigration
1930s: The Losers get into Power and, with brief interruptions hang on to it ever after, continuing emigration
1940s: The Emergency (this is how WWII was known in neutral Ireland), continuing emigration
1950s: Comely maidens dancing at the crossroads, continuing emigration
1960s: The modern era, the Whitaker report, free second level education and continuing emigration
1970s: The oil crisis and continuing emigration
1980s: The IMF is on the doorstep and continuing emigration
1990s: Jobless growth and continuing emigration
2000s: The Boom (when we lost the run of ourselves) and net immigration and then the Bust.
2010s: OK, any predictions?

My children have two parents, four grandparents and two great grandparents who have lived abroad and come home. They have innumerable relatives they will never know at all who emigrated in the past: their great-grandparents’ and grandparents’ brothers and sisters and their children. The phrase “American Wake” was coined to describe saying goodbye to someone who was going to America and who you knew that you would never see again.

Colm Toibin’s book taps into the banal misery of emigration. It highlights how you can never go back (the “returned yank” syndrome). Initially, I found it gently and persuasively sad. He is convincing in small town Ireland; he fails in Brooklyn. Also, I got very tired of the heroine who is a pain, frankly. I have two further reservations. Firstly, I went to see the Man Booker International jury talk about their deliberation process and Colm Toibin chaired the session. For a man who writes thoughtful, inward looking (in a good way) books he is a very annoying, mouthy chair. He and Jane Smiley, the chair of the jury, clearly didn’t get on and he talked to much and didn’t let the interesting Ukrainian man get a word in edgeways. I suppose, if disliking the author put one off a book no one except Kingsley Amis would ever have read Philip Larkin. Secondly, I read this for bookclub and everyone thought that it was distinctly underwhelming. The author was writing as a woman and they felt that he was unconvincing. I am not sure about that myself. It’s just that the character was shy and reserved and kind of annoying.

Updated to add: I see the Booker jury does not share my views.

Happy anniversary

28 July, 2009
Posted in: Belgium, Mr. Waffle, Princess

On 28th of July 2001, my husband and I got married. And now, eight years later, we have three children and, a real triumph this, are still happily married. Rejoice with me.

It is also the first anniversary of the day we left Belgium. I am surprised how little I miss it. Although I do miss some things as do the other members of the family. The other day the Princess asked whether I would be going to Brussels for work at any point. No. Why? “I miss the tarte au citron from the Pain Quotidien“.

Close but no cigar

27 July, 2009
Posted in: Boys, Daniel, Michael, Princess

Me: Doggy’s cousins have arrived.
Her: You said Ian was Doggy’s brother.
Me: OK. Doggy’s brothers.

She treated them with utter indifference. The boys, on the other hand, were delighted to see them both and exclaimed “Doggy’s back”. Obviously, Doggy was a big figure in all of our lives.

Daniel and Ian

Pop

26 July, 2009
Posted in: Princess

The computer died. It went pop and smoke came out from behind as I was sitting playing with it at 2.30 am when I should have been in bed. I feel quite nostalgic. We bought it in 2003 cheaply, second-hand from the people downstairs. I had wanted a cool apple computer but my husband reined me in. I am quite pleased that he did. It was not beautiful but it was functional. And now it has died at a very opportune moment because we have been thinking of getting a new one for some time but felt we couldn’t justify it while the old one worked fine. We have a new one, twice as fast, half the size and half the price and amazingly silent.

We discovered that in the privacy of her bedroom, the Princess has been working on some alternative models:

Laptop lid

Laptop 2

Do this child’s parents spend too much time playing with the computer?

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