But Call Me Betsy

Yesterday, we had a photo shoot for our work holiday card. It involved stringing lights, rearranging the living room, and setting up the clip lights (I learned that movie lingo from Lisa Marie). Then, Jason and I hunkered down behind the coffee table to practice making two sock puppets look as if they were singing a Penn song. Here's a sneak peek. They pay me to do this.

I'm sure there is an easier way to post these pictures, but I am not able to download the program I need for the compatible photo platform, so you'll just have to bear with me on this long scroll down. On our way. It's the 3 PM train from NJ Transit line from Trenton to Newark. Luggage takes a full seat. That's my giant suitcase, stuffed with skirts I never wore. On the plane to Dublin. Still on our way. Seamus was there to greet us at 7 AM. Here is the second bedroom where we slept. Front door of Carrie and Padhraig's digs. A child actor lives below them. He's grown now and still an actor, but very disgruntled. We didn't ge tto meet him. Padhraig against stick fence. Exterior of the church where Seamus will be baptized. Rubbish in the waterway. It was mostly cans of beer. No bicycles allowed to cross at this time. Map of the park. No Scottie dogs allowed on premises. Here we are at Trini