At 2:30 Sunday morning we changed our clocks. Since it is Spring we had to spring forward! 2:30 AM, officially became 3:30 AM in just a nano-second. We basically left an 'hour' behind. Next October we will dredge up the 'left behind hour' by 'falling back'. 3:30 AM will, once again, be 2'30 AM! The sun and the moon, the birds and the bees, the dogs and the cats don't go along with this plan, they still perform as usual. Sun rises when it is supposed to, moon rises when it is supposed to, birds start tweeting and chirping at the usual time,(sometimes they seem to be laughing,) the animals want to be fed at their usual time, (sorry Rudolf, it is only 5PM not 6PM when you usually eat) Even I am confused! I went to bed last night at 9PM and lay awake for awhile trying to figure out if I was going to bed at 8:00 or at 10:00. I'm easily confused! Problem is, I will adapt to the early time and come October I will, once again be left in twilight zone for about a week trying to figure out what time it is!
The trials and tribulations of being me, as I frequently say, it is not easy being mw!
Fortunately the St. Patrick's Day parade was scheduled for 'real time'. It took place on Bardstown Road in the Highlands on Saturday. Paul and Tim were participants of the parade. They are members of the Bonnycastle Club in the Highlands. They marched valiantly and made us all proud! President Paul walked with other members of the club and Tim rode with other musically talented members on a wagon and played the ukulale! I'll digress for a minute to say that the uke is not known for its Irish roots, actually it is Polonesian, but the tunes were definitely Galic. The band did have a mandolin player, an instrument that my dad played.
The parade was spectacular for the most part with a few klinkers thrown in. (I'm sure the klinkers were not Irish!) The United States Marines led the parade in full dress uniforms followed by a cadre of United States Army men dressed in camaflage uniforms. There were Irish dancers, Rescue dogs, K-nine dogs, baby dogs in strollers, one dog had a dyed green tail. Local unions, IBEW, UAW the Teamsters, Teachers and a few others were well represented, Ford trucks and many new models of Fords followed the UAW reps. The different Irish clans were represented, Ancient Hybernians, Fire trucks blowing their horns and their sirens, and many, many more. They all had something to throw to the curb side watchers, Green beads, candies, bubble gum, my beads have a Jamison Whiskey medallian on them. As for the clinkers, one girl or maybe two thought it would be funny to spray the crowd with some liquid substance as they ran along. Problem was, it got in the eyes of some of the spectators and one of our own members had to leave the parade with her mom and brother because of the pain caused by the 'substance' in her eye. Very unwise decision! Some of the groups were dressed inappropriately for a family oriented crowd. There were girls in scanty outfits and suggestive outfits that would be more well suited for 'go go' bars. I even dubbed one group the "hookers anon". The participants did not have figures that would enhance such costumes. Mayby it was their last hurrah! Too late.
I loved the men dressed in kilts and the bag-pipes scurlling as they marched along. All in all it was a great parade!
Afterwards we went to the 'Castle' and had corned beef and cabbage with the appropriate brew. All praise to St. Patrick. Ciao. 'SLAINTE'
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