HAPPY SAINT PATRICKS DAY!
Today is the Saint Patrick's Day parade in our town.  I am getting ready for the 2 mile hike down Main Street w/the kids.  I wasn't really all that excited about being in the parade, however, I've resigned to the fact that I just might have some fun.  We're taking our Irish Terrier.  While that could be borrowing trouble I'm feeling pretty defiant so I said, "Why not?  I mean he is Irish too!"  I will let you know how it all turns out.  If offered the opportunity to partake in the Guiness or Green Beer...I may say yes and since I will not be driving... Sláinte chugat...

AT HOME 
as defined by Merriam-Webster:  1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease <felt completely at home on the stage>  2 : in harmony with the surroundings 3 : on familiar ground

Having had the distinct honor of working from home for about a month I've decided that noone should work where they live & sleep. Its like keeping gasoline in the refrigerator next to the milk.  No sense to it and potentially life threatening. 

One needs a safe haven.  Shouldn't we all have a place where we can go, slam the door, direct obscene hand gestures towards the door we just flew through, kick shoes off and say something profound like, "f$*k off!!"?    Then FORGET ABOUT IT for awhile.  Now, if home can't be that place then nothing is sacred anymore.  This hit me lastnight while I sat in my livingroom that is no longer a livingroom.  I looked around at all the work orders that need billing, invoices that need mailing, checkbooks that need balancing and computers in all stages of disrepair... I did the only thing someone can do in my position.  I ran away.  Okay only for several hours but I got the hell out of there, nonetheless.

Ran to my older sisters.  We just sat in her livingroom that looks like a livingroom and talked like normal adults for at least 3 minutes.  I was too restless doing that so I suggested we pile everyone in my vehicle and go out to eat.  After dinner I dropped everyone off and we ended up walking over to my brothers house.  He stepped on a nail at work yesterday and had decided to drink the pain away so we helped him with that for awhile.  This morning talked him into going to the hospital for a tetnus shot.  He grumpily went and they opened up the wound, cleaned it out, xrayed (he scraped a bone ouch!) and got antibiotics.  Says it feels worse.  He gets to stay out of work for a few days.  Why does he have all the luck in the family?  Oh, and his livingroom looks like a livingroom too but I would rather have the computers instead of empty beer bottles and ashtrays.

I promise never to chew my nails for no good reason again.  Without realizing it I gave myself a maniacal manicure.  What was I thinking?  Somehow I must've received the wrong brain signals. Maybe I was hungry but then there are all sorts of hungry.  Knowing me, this actually makes some kind of crazy sense.  GS & PEM came over today.  I thought at one point GS was trying to wash clothes in the drier (Hello brain, are you short circuiting?)  We laughed our head off over that.  She really is incredibly wonderful to love me in spite of my shortcomings..
I called Director today.  I had decided to give up the group until Fall b'cuz I felt I couldn't commit to all the rehearsals.. She maintains she cannot lose me.  She wants me to show up when I can, catch a couple Saturday practices and still sing with the group at performance time.  That might work for me so I'm happy to report that I'm still Alto 1 for The Voices. 

Since my fingernails are now short I decided to practice my guitar (McGuivere) tonight.  Good News.  The pick isn't nearly as scary an object as I once thought.  I'm going to master this in another six years max. 

My dog just took off with my sheep wool feather duster (sounds impossible..a wool yet feather duster?)  Anyhow... I've decided he can keep it.  Not like I really use it.  I guess I bought it to make people believe I'm serious about cleaning.  Does this make me a more "sophisticated" housekeeper?  Because I'm using the cadillac of dusters?  Like they can't tell that I do the bare minimum...hello.  I'm going for the whole pot of coffee today.  Will keep you posted.