Thursday, March 25, 2010
I fear I've LOST everything. My MAIN computer crashed and nobody can look at it... to try to FIX it... til the weekend. So I have to temporarily use my netbook which has limitations. I'm having trouble finding my blog friends from scratch. So it may be a while before I'm back in action, commenting on your blogs and writing this one. Keep me in your thoughts. Good vibes might help.
Monday, March 15, 2010
The other day I went to Walmart and what to my wandering eyes did appear… but a GREEN felt hat with a BIG sequined SHAMROCK on the front. Immediately enamoured, I decided I had to have it. It was perfect to help celebrate St. Patricks Day. It would go in my closet and join the other holiday hats I have. Some are antiques. Anyway… I finished shopping and took my merchandise to the front register and checked out. As I was pushing the cart, with the bag in it, towards my car… my cell-phone rang. It was my husband checking to see when I’d be home. We got into a conversation, as I stepped in my car and drove off. I was about a mile away before I realized I had forgotten to take the bag, from the cart. I hastily did a U-TURN in the middle of the road and headed back to the store. The cart was not where I left it. I went inside to see if someone had turned in the bag, with the hat and receipt. Surprise! Surprise! Nobody had. Someone had simply taken it from the cart in the parking lot. What a LUCKY find for them. I was mad. First… at myself, for leaving it… then, at my husband for distracting me, and finally, at the person who found the hat. Didn’t they think someone would MISS it and come back to get it. What gave them the right to just take it. I wouldn’t have kept the hat. Would you? It put a damper on my spirits. And reminded me of another incident, years ago in Chicago. I wore my favorite TARA brooch to a concert there. It was made with beautiful crystals and Irish Connemara marble. Sometime during the show or after… the clasp must have worked open and I lost this precious piece of jewelry. I cried for days, knowing it could never be replaced.. I wonder why things happen the way they do? Apparently the LUCK of the IRISH was NOT with me that day, either. No blarney. I’m Irish. My great grandmother, on my father’s side was born in County Cork, Ireland. She came to America on a big boat with her family, my family… back in the 1800’s. And the rest is history. Every year for St. Patrick’s Day… we celebrate by wearing green, dancing a jig, singing songs and eating corned beef and cabbage. Personally, I like boxty, instead. They’re Irish potato pancakes. I love mine wrapped with veggies… asparagus, onions, peppers, mushrooms that have been sautéed in Guinness, a classic Irish stout. You then top it, with a creamy pesto. You could add lamb, steak or chicken to the wrap, for a heartier meal. There’s an old Irish poem that says… “Boxty on the griddle, boxty in the pan, if you can't make boxty, you'll never get a man.” Something I don’t have to worry about... I can cook and I'm married. Traditional foods, family history and holiday celebrations, aside... I want to know why I didn’t inherit the GOOD LUCK of my people. Where’s my hat? Where’s my pin? Where's a leprechaun, when you need one?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Years ago… we went to Toronto to see The Phantom Of the Opera. My husband and I love Broadway. But the cost of spending a weekend in New York, New York is a bit prohibitive, these days. So we opt to do the next best thing. We buy tickets to our local Broadway Series. Our Civic Center brings in professional theater troupes from around the country, four or five times a year, and we get to see the latest BIG NAME shows, at a fraction of the price and with a lot less hassle. So far this season we’ve seen… The Drowsy Chaperone, The Rat Pack, The Pajama Game & Bye-Bye Birdie. It’s exciting, fun and we have a blast going. My hubby always has to rush home from work by 6:15pm. He barely gets through the front door, before we’re leaving to go downtown. The shows start promptly at 7:30pm. No time to change clothes. No problem. Things here are kind of laid back… so nobody gets dressed up for these events… and that makes it kind of nice, since they’re usually held on a weeknight, instead of a weekend. Since I can’t stand for long periods of time and have trouble walking… there is no mingling, in a lobby crowded with people, with no place to sit. So… we end up staying in the car, talking… until fifteen minutes before the show starts. Once we know the doors are open, we sneak in, heading straight to our seats. Our seats in the auditorium are always on the end of an aisle, usually rows J or K. Because we get there later… we don’t have to keep… sitting and standing to let other folks into the row. We deliberately position ourselves close to the bathroom for intermission to beat the flocks of people who will be heading there. Once situated in our chairs, we wait... listening to hushed whispers from those around us. Interesting stories abound. When the lights dim, you can hear a pin drop, as the curtain goes up. The hall is immediately transformed into another time and place. And for two or more hours, we are there… somewhere, far removed from our daily lives. Emotions running rampant.What could be better than live theater? Sadly… the time goes much too quickly, and before you know it, the performers are taking their final bows, as thunderous applause erupts from the room. Memories will linger, for endless conversation. But as the curtain closes, and reality hits us squarely in the face. It’s OVER. That magical place and the anticipation of going there, gone. Yet, we gather our coats… heading for the door, knowing it was worth the price of admission and so much more.