Happy St. Patrick's Day (I'm writing this Thursday night), although as far as I know, none of my heritage is Irish. My last name sounds German, but I really don't know much about where my family is from. Perhaps I'll ask my parents, see if they know. Anyway, June's family isn't Irish, either, but we're celebrating anyway. Largely, I think, because June and I are bored and needed an excuse to do something different.
Not that “bored” means “having nothing to do,” you
understand. We have a three year old. But we got bored with our typical version
of busy and decided to do something else.
What we did was to invite over a pile of people and serve
pizza (it was Pi Day earlier this week, after all) and green cupcakes and watch
The Secret of Roan Innish.
The guest list—you’ve heard of most of them, Allen, Lo,
Alexis, Kayla and Aidan—but Steve Bees wasn’t married thirteen years ago, so I
haven’t told you about his wife and their two kids. I don’t know Sarah very
well (this is not the same Sarah as the farm manager from school, obviously),
since she’s seldom healthy enough to socialize much, but our families have
spent a lot of time together because their younger son, Charlie (yes, named
after my teacher) is just a year older than Carly and they play together. Their
older son, Sean, is almost eight and is sort of an unofficial kid brother to
Aidan, who was a Sprout with Alexis.
Anyway, we actually got take-out pizza, which I hardly ever
do, but we made the cupcakes from scratch. Not that Carly actually cares what
the cupcakes are as long as there is icing on top. She actually iced all of
them for us, after we showed her how, while telling us this long, involved
story about how she had supposedly had cupcakes in all different colors, “pink
and gween and lellow and puple,” when
she had a St. Patrick’s Day party when she was our age. She says that a lot, “when
I was your age,” and I have friends who are convinced it’s evidence she has
past life memories, but actually that’s what she does with phrases she hears
but doesn’t understand. For a whole week she found a way to introduce almost
every statement with the word “technically.” We’ve been following the primary
coverage, so she’s started talking about “superdelegates.” She has no idea what
any of these things mean.
I'm thinking of bumping back up to two posts per week, though I don't know if I'll have time. After all,I’ve started to teach workshops and things for the group of
new students we have, plus a group of us are trying to get this interconnected
group of businesses off the ground, and none of this is paid yet so I have to
keep doing everything else I was doing for money before. Plus, as I said, I
have a three year old. So, we’ll see.
I like to add some extra information about the narrative during
these interludes, but nothing jumps out at me right now. Maybe it’s because I’m
tired. My attention has been pre-empted by My Little Pony cartoons, “gween”
icing, and the prospect of little naked seal babies beaching their cradles upon
formerly abandoned islands.
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