Yesterday I had to take a picture of my purchases at Amvets before they were even in the bag.
They were just so pretty! Full of the colors of spring. Even if spring is not here yet. The pitcher in the pitcher (ha, could not help that) is covered with flowers that you cannot see. The records on the right, I had actually picked them out the day before. But I could not handle the checkout line on that day so I put them back in the record bin and went on my way.
No one else wanted the records I wanted! And I put them right in the front and everything.
I am insulted!
But happy to find them right where I had stashed them, I will say that. We had no coffee hour at church because the Italian Mass congregation had the hall for their massive St. Joseph's Table. And so my friend Lizzie and I went from church to Amvets where we met our friend Ryan. And then all three of us went to Buffalo Cider Hall...
We agreed that Amvets is a great place to meet. That way if your friend is late, no worries. You may amuse yourself indefinitely.
I was happy because I had the best St. Patrick's Day outfit I had ever had. The piece de resistance was a bright green Liz Claiborne sweater. It had been sitting for months at the top of a pile of clothes in a box destined for Amvets. But the box never seemed to make its way to Amvets and so I thought, I may as well get a wear out of it, I mean, as long as it is here.
"You should keep it," said my Irish friend Bill Kearney at church. And I do believe I will.
There are times when you need something Kelly green and even if that happens only once or twice a year, it is worth having something for those occasions!
Back to the Buffalo Cider Hall. While we were drinking cider with varying percentages of alcohol Ryan had to tell me about this St. Patrick cartoon which now I will never get out of my head. Here I had admired St. Patrick in the choir loft of St. Anthony's ...
... and had even said a prayer: St. Patrick, pray for us!
But now when I think of St. Patrick all I can think of is this.
A happy St. Patrick's Day it was. And now back to work, with unfinished business clamoring for my attention.
Are we there yet?