I don't know what's going on with Ireland this year but it's hot, hot, hot!  First, the middle sister and I are planning at trip there in April.  Then, a friend of Grace's will be there for an exchange program in the spring and Grace would like to visit.  Also, the school is considering Ireland for the 10th grade trip and now GP has a business trip to Dublin in October that we may join him on.  Well, when it rains, it pours.  Especially in Ireland.  Must get me some wellies.

A few days a week we keep the library open until 5 so that folks can exchange their books or use the space for quiet study after school.  Bette, the new librarian and I take turns staying.  Today I was on duty when Buffon, Italy's greatest goalie in history, (according to my husband and daughter, amongst others), came in with his son to return some books.  He's tall and skinny with huge protruding ears but very pleasant.  It took me a while to register who he was and as I don't watch sports I don't really care.  But when I mentioned it to Grace she freaked and texted her dad who told everyone at work, who are most envious. I've been told I don't get it.  Next time I'll pay more attention.

Tonight we're off to see fireworks in Carignano, GP's home town.  The towns "Saint's Day Festival" is upon us once more.  I don't get this either.  Ah well.  I'm a lousy Italian.

Well it looks like Italy's government shutdown is contagious.  Look what happens when I leave! xxoo me