Today is a beautiful early spring day. The weather is cool, but blissfully sunny and flowers are blooming everywhere. I walked the dogs this afternoon. The old mother dog I mentioned in my last post was still hanging in there. Her eye looked a little sore, so I asked her owner about getting some eye drops. Everything was green and lovely outside. There were a few clouds here and there behind the luminescent cherry blossoms.
Our good friend Doug is over today and we are all going out for dinner and a movie. I may have a couple gluten free beers later, but I have no interest in the green drinks served at most bars tonight. I am rather annoyed by the leprechaunization of this Irish holiday. Most of us here in the states are so assimilated that we know nothing about our cultures. I know many Irish people tried to blend, so their offspring could have better lives. The sad part is that most of us have lost the stories of our ancestors. I find myself wondering who these people were. Did they look like me or act like me? I do know my grandmother, Evelyn, spoke proudly of her Irish culture at times. I wish I'd asked her more questions about the family while I had a chance though. For today, I will think of her and and remember her fiery Irish spirit. She was not one to brood about things. She loved to dance and sing and enjoy a good stiff drink. Occasionally, she liked to exaggerate things for some good story telling. She told me once that she lived most of her years with a sense that it was never going to end.
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