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[kittydesade]

at/ag
ag bun an halla, at the end of the hall
ag barr an staighre, at the top of the stairs
ag barr an halla, at the front/head/start of the hall
ag bun an lae, at the end of the day

ag an bhfuinneog, at the window
ag an doras, at the door
ag an ngairdín, at the garden
ag an ngeata, at the sally port?/gateway. Ní bhí mé ag teacht ag an ngeata inné. I didn't show up at the sally port yesterday.

sa (an) ghloine, in the glass
sa (an) chistin, in the kitchen
sa bhóthair, in the road
sa ghairdín, in the gardin

i lár an bhóthair, in the middle of the road
i do sheomra, in your room
i do ghairdín, in your garden
i lár an chistin, in the middle of the kitchen

in aice leis an ngairdín, next to the garden
in aice leis an gcistin, next to the kitchen
in aice leis an seomra, next to the bedroom
in aice leis an mbanc, next to the bank
in aice leis an gcoláiste, next to the college




My god, there are not enough exercises for all those prepositions. On the plus/amusing side, I managed to string together phrases in something resembling my first coherent sentence in Irish? Or my first coherent translation. Or something. I need a workbook. Or a couple more textbooks.

Three day weekend. Just what the doctor ordered. I even managed to get some writing in on the last day, which would have been more except for the selling bank for the house we want continuing to be a giant bag of dicks. They won't pay for the house to be de-winterized, which is actually less calamitous than I feared; at first I thought they wouldn't let us get a decent inspection at all. But Realty Lady says we can get most of the utilities turned on ourselves, we'll just have to pay for it instead of them. So, fuck them, but I still get my inspection just to make sure something else hasn't gone horribly wrong. Because at this rate we're pushing the upper limit of "repairs we know we'll need to make immediately/in the next five years." On the other plus side, some of those repairs are definitely a in the next five years problem.

Right. Back to the grindstone today. Things to do: Deal with modly things and reply to emails with confirmations and answers, call Realty Lady and discuss how de-winterization and turning on utilities is going to happen and when so I can get the goddamn inspection scheduled. Again. For the third time. Writing! BBMs, check publishing schedule, and do at least an hour or so on website stuff. German, Japanese, guitar, fuck I'm busy. At least the chicken's already cut and I just have to cook it up tonight and then apply sauce. And most of that's writing, and since there's very little incoming the only outgoing I should have to deal with is the usual weekend backlog. Woo! Okay, I can do this.