Every year I wear this:
It's not a shamrock, but I figure a four-leaf clover is close enough. This one I've had since I was born (which makes it *cough* over twenty-one), a gift from my aunts in Sweden (who were really my mother's cousins, but as close to her as sisters, so my brothers and I always called them aunts). They wanted me to have a life full of good luck.
Here's the back:
Isn't that handy? I'll never forget my name as long as I am wearing it.
Seriously, St. Paddy's Day is just about my favorite holiday. Yes, even above Christmas. As much as I love jolly old St. Nick, there is a lot of mom-work involved with that holiday. Not to mention High Expectations from just about everyone.
St. Paddy's Day is laid back. Relaxed. No gift shopping, no unavoidable card & candy & flower shopping (oh, you can send cards if you like, but nobody really expects them, at least nobody I know), no hard-boiling & dyeing eggs, or filling up baskets with fake grass and goodies. No infernal racket & blowing your fingers off with fireworks.
Just good ol' Guinness and a nice New England boiled dinner (corned beef and cabbage, and of course potatoes).

Normally I don't even have to boil that dinner, since the theater god loves to cook. But this year I may have to, if he doesn't get home from work in time to start the corned beef (it takes about three hours at a simmer to do it right). I am assured by both TG and DD (my darling daughter, who inherited her cooking skills from TG--too bad she's not here to step into the breach) that this meal is easy-peasy to produce.
Ha. We shall see about that. Never underestimate my ability to screw up in the kitchen.
Update later. If I haven't burned down the house.
(And if I've had enough Guinness, I may come back and tell you about the time a gunrunner for the IRA tried to recruit TG and me in Dublin. Long story short, we, um, declined his kind invitation to be a part of a noble cause. Even though he did offer us a freezer full of steaks and a possible job connection at the Abbey Theater.)
5 comments:
I forget my name all the time. Need to get one of those.
Well come on back, dammit! I want to hear about the dinner. And the gun thing.
Tawna
Soon! Got side-tracked today. I'll hit it in a new post tomorrow. :)
That corned beef looks mighty good. Yum.
Hi, LR!
Our corned beef and cabbage WAS mighty good. Turned out the theater god got home in time to cook. ;)
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