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How to express 'of the' in the plural
The article na becomes na + eclipsis

na cailíní, the girls
scoil na gcailíní, the girls' school
na buchaillí, the boys
scoil na mbuchaillí the boys' school

Masculine nouns which form their plural by making the final consonant slender use the singular form instead after na + eclipsis.

na fir, the men
leithreas na bhfear, the men's toilet
na focail, the words
innéacs na bhfocal, the index of words

The singular form of such words is used with plural meaning even when there is no article.
liosta focal - a list of words

Bean (woman) is quite irregular
na mná, the women
leithreas na mban, the women's toilet

The genitive case of nouns in -óir, etc
The r becomes broad and a is added:
óir -- óra
stiúrthóir, director
oifig an stiúrthóra, the director's office
feirmeoir, farmer
teach an fheirmeora, the farmer's house
úir -- úra
dochtúir, doctor
teach an dochtúra, the doctor's house
éir -- éara
péintéir, painter
carr an phéintéara, the painter's car
búistéir, butcher
siopa an bhúistéara, the butcher's shop


I can't describe the clusterfuck that happened in Texas last night without words that will get me into trouble. Let's just say I wish to employ a Texas stereotype to deal with the problem of women's right to competent medical care without government interference. Jesus hitman Christ is that too much to ask? That the government stay the fuck out of our examination rooms? You old dessicated sad sacks are, by and large, not medical professionals (and at least one of the ones who was in the past has shown no knowledge of basic female biology either, I have to add) so quit acting like you are and fuck right off. Go punch a chad or something. Stop freaking out that women might have brains and wills and ideas about how they want to live their lives that don't involve your idea of what a woman should do or be. You still don't have that right to make that decision for another, I don't care how you justify it.

God, politics today. I want to curl up in my fictional worlds and my costumes and not come out. Yesterday it was the Voting Rights act weakened, that Texas bullshit where a bunch of old white men literally argued about a woman's right to speak to them about women's medical care, and today the Supreme Court decides if separate but equal is still a valid approach to ruling the country. No matter how much of a lie it is. Freedom to marry a person of the opposite sex isn't freedom to marry, your honors. Sorry, but it isn't. Where's that consequences of gay marriage pie chart.

Deep breaths, Jag. Deep breaths. Politics is always politics. It's just more vicious now than it has been. Or the viciousness is more visible thanks to people deciding they can show their asses in public and being older and more able to recognize this.

So, okay. Less rage more building things, I wasn't able to do any sewing last night since my old Singer featherweight refused to sew the material. Not sure why, I tried switching through three needles, it didn't seem to be a tension problem, it just kept snapping the thread. So, now that I've found the cords for the upstairs one I'll see if that works any better and if not, well. I guess it's time to remember how to hand sew things. I did, however, get a bunch of writing done last night, so at least there's that. Hopefully the more advanced computerized whatever sewing machine will work better, and I can get everything done in a timely fashion still. Ugh, so tired. Too much adrenaline last night.