A few weeks ago I took a little field trip to the National Museum of Ireland --- it's just down the road on Kildare Street, and it makes a nice free afternoon-filler. I'm sure for some people it would be really amazing, room after room of old stone bowls and iron spears. Don't get me wrong, it was all fascinating, but I was there for one reason: bog bodies.
I'm telling you about this not to give you the willies, but to give you all an idea about what we might look like when we come back from Dublin. I feel like a bog body, anyway. All tired and leathery and my hair a disaster. One week left, and then my parents will pick me up at Dulles Airport and not recognize me.
That being said, don't worry! I'm doing my part to keep holiday spirit in my heart --- Nia and I are watching Dukes of Hazzards with a tray of homemade cinnamon buns between us. It's all part of getting ready to come home. We're in the cleaning-out-the-fridge phase. The two things we have to use up: butter and brown sugar. What else are we supposed to do?
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BOG BODIES. Yep, that's what brown sugar makes me think of--now. Thanks a whole lot, Monica!!
Only one more week! We're starting to clean up for Christmas--your room has been ready since September, of course--and the holiday will officially start when you hop out of the car in your own driveway. We can't wait, sweetheart.
No, honestly, that museum sounds like a must-see...
Mama
Seamus Heaney has a number of poems about the bog bodies--"The Tollund Man" for one, which begins
Some day I will go down to Aarhus
To see his peat-brown head,
The mild pods of his eye-lids,
His pointed skin cap.
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