So, in addition to yesterday being St. Patty's Day, it was also my birthday. I have always loved having my birthday on St. Patrick's Day. I love that my Mom was creative and clever and gave me an Irish name. I love that I have about one fingernail's worth of Irish blood in me. It is enough. I claim Irish. When the bodhran are beating and the pipes are playing my Irish blood responds and I'm all about my pagan roots.
In the morning Doug gave me my new green shirt for this year, and I choose to Live Lucky. I don't necessarily believe in "luck" as we generally use the term. I usually use the term "blessed" (as in "you are so blessed" instead of "you are so lucky"). So that's how I see it.
(The shirts are made by the golf pro here. He has started a line of golf stuff with "Live Lucky" somewhere on the clothes. There is also a black clover. It is kind of cool. I guess Luck is a big part of golfing.)
So, that started the "theme" if you will, of my birthday, which included lunch with the staff at the Clubhouse...
The golf course is now officially open for the season. Just in case you wondered.
Usually we have quite a few traditions that happen on St. Patrick's Day/my birthday, but life is a little out-of-the-ordinary this year, so some things didn't happen as usual, but it wasn't bothersome at all.
We had our corned beef and cabbage dinner on Sunday (which we usually have ON my birthday but didn't this year because of some conflicts in planning), so to keep things REALLY simple for my birthday we had Pizza Hut! I had the "You Are Special" plate on the gold charger with veggie pizza...
...and everyone else had paper plates! But at least I had the green tablecloth out. But check it out: a Valentine's decoration is still dangling from the lights! THAT, my friends, is how crazy life has been. I still have Valentines stuff up. I think that is pretty funny.
Sam came home on Monday to see the last night of the play, and he was a great big brother to Abbie and Jake and did fun stuff with them. He also took them out for ice cream cones and then they bought balloons and flowers for me!
What is it about balloons that create such happiness? The whole purpose of a balloon is to give happiness.
Gotta hang on to that kind of happiness.
So what did I get? I'll tell you what. More than I expected. I thought my gift was the photography workshop Doug and I are going to this weekend in The City. But I also got a Joni Mitchell CD ( Joni has been seeing me through life since the summer of 1975). I also received a Hem CD. If you don't know Hem then listen to
this.
Then getting back to the golf theme, I now have a new set of golf clubs. Because, you know, I golf a lot. It really is sort of criminal that we live on a golf course and don't really golf. We keep meaning to. We just haven't.
Perhaps now we will. I have a new set of clubs. What's my excuse? I don't really know how to do this, that's what! It isn't what I do but I'm thinking that's all about to change. It could be humorous.
To add to the not-typical-birthday-this-year I actually made my own birthday cake! And you know what I made? Well a
Texas Sheet Cake, of course. I was born in Texas, after all. An Irish girl born in Texas. You should have heard my accent back then...
Sam wanted to get back to his life in The Other City, so he gave us hugs and kisses before he went down the mountain.
It meant a lot to me for him to take the time to come out for the play and my birthday, and to spend time with his brothers and sister. And to be the one to go buy balloons and flowers! Doug didn't even tell him to do that! What a guy.
It was a lovely day. I missed my Freddy and wish he had been able to come out, too. That was the one sad spot of everything. I love having my family together, they are all such great people and I am very blessed to have them. Lucky, too.
