how're ya keepin

four days ago.
one minute i was eating a toasty special in a little hole in galway, to wait out the rain before heading south on my research trip, and the next i had rented a house with three other toasty specialeurs. one irish poet, just back from a tour in outer mongolia. one irish singer/designer/fast-talker, and her brazilian beau, whose english is lyrical if not comprehensible.
three days ago, i was lost in the burren trying to find a guide to find my way off of the mountain and out of a bind. and the next minute, i had a young buck building a fire on the top of the rock for tea, who would take me fishing whenever i called round again.
two days ago, i was in an old farmhouse, running a bath. and the next minute there was no water because a frog died in the pipe.
yesterday, nothing happened of note. except that i had steak and chips, got hopeless ly lost driving around galway's 6-street city center, was locked in a parking garage after closing time, nearly got blown off the causeway by 50mph winds on my sunset run, actually said "well, hello, simon, how're ya keepin?," and found out that i really like it here.
today,
one minute it's raining. and the next it's raining.
please god, pile it on.