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Abair - to say
deirim/deir mé, deir tú, deir sé, deir si, deir muid, deir sibh, deir siad (note the LACK of the -eann ending)
dúirt mé, dúirt tú, dúirt sé, dúirt sí, dúirt muid, dúirt sibh, dúirt siad
déarfaidh mé/déarfaim, déarfaidh tú, déarfaidh sé, déarfaidh sí, déarfaidh muid/déarfaimid, déarfaidh sibh, déarfaidh siad

beirim, beirean mé, beireann tú, beireann sé, beireann sí, beirimid, beireann sibh, beirean siad
rug, rug mé, rug tú, rug sé, rug sí, rug muid, rug sibh, rug siad
béarfaim, béarfaidh tú, béarfaidh sé, béarfaidh sí, béarfaidh muid/béarfaimid, béarfaidh sibh, béarfaidh siad

Beir can be used figuratively as in 'to win or excel' (to take the game, to excel at school), to take away with you, with the preposition 'ar' (on) to mean 'grasp' or 'catch', and to bear as in to bear children.

Beir follows regular dependent particles, including those ending with -r in the past tense. Deir uses the general particles ní, an, go, and nach even with past tense verbs. Deir is never lenited, but the other particles cause eclipsis.

Ní deirim focal. I don't say a word.
Ní deir sí focal. She doesn't say a word.
Ní dúirt sé é sin. He didn't say that.
Ní déarfaidh muid tada. We won't say anything.
An ndéarfaidh tú rud léi? Will you say something to her?
Deir sí go ndeir sé.... She says that he says...
Nach ndúirt tú é sin? Didn't you say that?

Níor rug sí páiste riamh. She never had a child.
Ní bheireann an chearc úd. That hen doesnt lay.
Ní bhéarfaidh siad air. They won't catch him.

Sílim go mbéarfaidh siad air. I think they will catch him.
Ar rug síad bua? Did they win?
Nach mbeireann an chearc? Doesn't the hen lay?


Can we go back to normal routines now? Please? Pretty please? Apart from the doctor's appointment next week, which is just normal. But between the ice/cold storm, jury duty, the cat, and the holiday last week my routines have been well and truly fucked for the morning, if not so much the overall week. I am tired of this shit. I am ready for this to go back to normal.

I guess I did get Irish and Latin and some reading done yesterday while I waited for stuff to happen. No, I didn't get picked for the jury, which is probably good. I could just see myself getting crankier and more of a smartass the longer I had to wait to be interrogated. Nobody likes a smartass, especially judges, even if my smartassery tends to be along the lines of Look, I take my civic duty very seriously. Still. It was goddamn annoying and exhausting. The migraine didn't help. I thought I was going to yark right there in the courtroom.

I was going to do Wednesday Reads or whatever that thing is called, as a way of keeping up with my reading. But I had jury duty and a migraine, so this week it'll be Thursday reads.

(Re-)Read
Well, I bought Midnight Nation this time, finished it, had forgotten just how Straczynski the whole thing is. It's very him. Which isn't a bad thing! At least in my estimation. I like his writing. It's just got his fingerprints all over it. Anyway, it made for good reading in the jury waiting room.

I also finally finished Fort Freak, which was a usual Wild Card book. Did a decent job of tying all the lines together even if I found the look at Father Squid to be oddly out of character in some ways. Maybe just because it doesn't mesh with what I remember, which is admittedly from a long time ago. Possibly also because I think this is the first time we actually get a look inside his head; he's been a long established character but I don't remember anything being this thoroughly from his point of view. And it was nice to get a look at the "modern" Wild Cards world. I have Suicide Kings around here somewhere, I should probably read that next.

Plowed through Naamah's Kiss, Naamah's Curse, Naamah's Blessing. I always forget what these books do for my mindset until I re-read them. I'm not sure if it's the writing style, the life outlook, some combination of everything, but they always remind me that there's joy to be had even in the small ordinary tasks, and I like that. These books are similar in writing style and phrase choice to the Phedre books, but offer a different perspective on various people's and go to various other continents. It's all very romanticized, but I enjoyed it immensely.

In the middle of
Nothing, actually. For a wonder.

Up next
Watching Mr. E struggle through Frazer and Graves and so on reminds me that I should re-read these to refresh my memory, as I do periodically. So next up is Women Who Run With The Wolves and White Goddess. Punctuated by Suicide Kings at least because I need some fiction to floss all the pretension.

Somehow I have to remember to check in today. Check in, book the Portland hotel thing, plot routes between the hotel and places we want to go, and get some tidying done at work. Then come home and write and probably do some staring at the TV in a mindless stupor because I am still goddamn exhausted. Ugh. Double ugh.