To be perfectly honest, I really don’t know much about St. Patrick’s Day. I don’t know who St. Patrick is or why any of us should care about him. I know there is a holiday that involves the color green and Leprechauns and a bunch of wee folk. In my youth I must admit I drank my share of green beer, but that was really a long time ago. Now I am just as happy to put green whipped cream on some alcohol free Irish Coffee. Yes, my life is now just about that dull. However, I have skeletons that live in my house who enjoy dressing up for all of the holidays. It started out that they would just dress up for Halloween. To be honest, that is still their favorite holiday. However, over time we have branched out to other holidays such as Thanksgiving, Hanukkah/Christmas, Valentine’s Day and now St. Patrick’s Day.
As you can see, the skeletons enjoy reading ghost stories. Now almost every holiday involves scary stories that involve various different creatures from skeletons, witches, wild banshees, ghosts, etc. Tonight I am reading a story I wrote, of course with the help of the skeletons, at the Archway Reading. It is still being presented via Zoom, but that just means that my friends can attend.
After St. Patrick’s Day, there really aren’t any good holidays for dress up. Summertime is too much about swimming. So the skeletons will rest up until fall. As soon as Labor Day arrives, we’ll start planning for the Halloween extravaganza! Who am I kidding. We have already started planning. I can’t wait until the fall arrives.
Until that time comes, I will have to keep myself entertained with hiking through historical cemeteries. Sabina and I have one planned for this coming Saturday. I promise I will take good pictures that I can share with you.
Until next time.….
However, I personally have one sure fire way of noticing the change of seasons in my home. It is good for whatever season or holiday that may be coming down the road. For myself, I depend on the skeletons that live in my house. Yes, please notice I used the word skeletons, plural. If I had just one, it would get lonely. I know you have seen pictures of them especially during the Halloween Season (which technically never ends). Then beginning with the pandemic, they have started enjoying branching out to other holidays. I hope the neighbors like this bit of fun. Either that or they think the old lady is quite crazy and best left alone as long as I don’t actually hurt anyone. Which I haven’t. Yet.
Happy New Year all you dear readers! With Covid still at the top of all news cycles, I actually do have some good news to begin with for my first blog of 2022. You may remember that at the beginning of the pandemic in March of 2020, I had a piece of collage art work that was accepted for exhibition at Rice University. I was thrilled. I was delighted. When everything shut down, I was devastated, disappointed, and forlorn. There was a virtual reception of the art, but there was no public showing.
What’s the rush you ask? This premature display of hearts and flowers is all ready beginning to crop up. It’s just as if Cupid was hiding behind Santa’s sleigh holding on to his bow and arrow just waiting to jump out and start working his love magic. Good grief. By the time Valentine’s Day actually gets here, I am going to be quite sick of all the red and pink decorations. At least I haven’t seen any goofy decorations popping up in my neighborhood.
Contemplating this conundrum and planning my future meeting, I went to the Arboretum to receive some solace from nature; including trees, squirrels, and turtles. I found that solace, but also found a path where apparently the armadillos had enjoyed a dance party the night before. Obviously they hide out during the day to rest up after all of their raucous partying.
