FishDreamer scribbles: It ain't over yet.

Wednesday, 17 March 2004

Slainte!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

You all know I come of good Irish stock, right? I met up with my beloved grandparents in Dun Loghaire (must look up the spelling there) back when I was 19 and just finished with school in Wales, and they took me on a visit to various relatives in places like Drogheda and Sligo, and somewhere in between where Tom and Margaret Shanahan ran the Thatched Pub and I got chased by cows.

I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day as the day Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland, because the Christianization of the land and the destruction of the ancient Irish culture isn't something I want to celebrate, exactly. I celebrate today as a day in which things Irish are lauded and appreciated.

(Side note: I just realized that as I was typing this, John Mayer's "St. Patrick's Day" song was playing on my CD player. Heh.)

So. Tonight we will have corned beef from the fabulous Golden Steer (they corn their own beef), and with it we'll have Harp and Guiness and cabbage and potatoes and things. I don't like going out on St. Patrick's Day, much. I have a silly hat I can wear if I want (probably not, but if I do I'll have Mr D take a picture for you). I'm wearing the silver claddagh my cousin Elizabeth from Drogheda gave me when I met her back in 1985.

It used to be a big deal, but somehow it isn't anymore. I love that we have a whole day devoted to celebrating the Irish, and I nod in thanks to my ancestors as I sip my Tullamore Dew.

Oh, and as an addendum to yesterday's whine about the spaghetti sauce and my multiple little miseries, while I was lying upstairs pouting and dribbling tears about my ruined sauce, Mr D was busy cleaning up the halo of splatters I'd inadvertently created. Because it wasn't just that I thought I'd ruined the sauce that I got so down. I also had made a big old mess not twelve hours after we'd had the house cleaned.

And he, the big sweetie, cleaned it up for me. Sniff. He bought me a 200g Cadbury Dairy Milk bar today, complete with little mint chips. Just what I need during the chocolate craving week. Mmm.

So now it's after dinner, which was a success and oh how I love that corned beef! Happy happy with a pair of beers inside me, yoga done, and I'm about to head up for bed any minute. I'm not completely satisfied with my life, but things seem to be pretty good right now, long may it last. I still can't believe we're going to Hawaii next month. My parents are happy, I'm happy, and I'm hoping Mr D will relax and enjoy it with me. I think I might encourage him to get a haircut though, because it's a different kind of humid there and it makes me go all frizzy, so I can just see him with A-frame hair after a day or two. Heh. Yeah, haircut good.

There was something else I wanted to write about, but it has gone on break. I'll have to write these things down in future, it's happening too often. I think I'd be more interesting if I ever got around to writing about all these things I can't ever remember long enough to get to the computer. Ya know?

I hope you had a fabulous Irish day, and a good rest of the week to you.

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