Friday, March 16, 2012

May the Road Rise to Meet You

St. Patrick's Day is tomorrow. I think. I'd have to go check my calendar to be certain. It's not a holiday that I follow closely. When I was a kid, I usually forgot to wear green and spent the day in a perpetual state of anxiety, worrying that I would be pinched.

Now that I'm grown and able to pinch back, I don't dread St. Patrick's Day as much. In fact, I appreciate the annual reminder to plant seeds in trays and begin thinking about my garden. If I get busy this weekend, I should have some nice starters to transfer into the ground over Memorial Day weekend.

Each year, I tell myself that I should make corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick's Day. Then I forget, and we end up having pizza or something even less Irish for dinner. Speaking of nutrition, I hope you don't use tomorrow as an excuse to overindulge in the drinking of spirits. Do something healthy—take a yoga class. 

Dinner last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, green peas

Exactly two years ago:


Traci Marie Wolf said...

Although I'm fond of every Irish person I meet, I'm not fond of the food. My step mother makes Corned beef and cabbage every year and I don't partake. Nor do I use it as an excuse to get wasted. But I would like to enjoy the day once in a town full of Irish people like Boston or some place like that. Here in San Diego word has gone out not to drink and drive or the po po will get you.

Karen Mortensen said...

Funny picture.

Bill Lisleman said...

I pinned that funny sign. I'll save it for next year. St. Paddy's day '89 was very special for me.