Put away from you a deceitful mouth and put devious speech from you. Let your eyes look directly ahead and let your gaze be fixed straight in front of you.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
It’s a good day to be Irish, or at least Irish-American; I don’t even know what real Irish people do on St. Patrick’s Day. Probably the Catholics go to church and remember the real St. Patrick. Last Sunday Worcester had its big St. Patrick’s Day parade, which seemed a little premature to most of us. Why do it then, when this Sunday is closer?
When I was a kid, Mom used to dye anything green that could be dyed. We had green pancakes, green eggs, green milk. We would find green frosting between graham crackers (interesting) in our lunch boxes. I only wish I could carry on the tradition and make green blueberry lemon bread today, but I lack the necessary ingredient. You never know though…
That aside, it seems like today is really everybody’s opportunity to go out and get drunk. Handy that it’s Friday, too; no need to exercise any restraint. Funny way to celebrate what was always traditionally a religious holiday.