There are hot cross buns in the kitchen at work.
Some days, things over here feel pretty bygone. That's the word for it: bygone.
Over here, people are from "parishes" instead of neighborhoods. You still see horses in the streets of smaller villages and more low-class places even in Dublin. The schools have prefects, headmasters and houses. Pharmacists are called "apothacaries", and from them you can order a "dram" of medicine. And, to top it all off, there are hot cross buns in my office kitchen. Like I said: bygone.
So it's almost Saturday, the day the Pope is calling St. Patrick's Day, the day that the Irish are vehemently NOT calling St. Patrick's Day, despite all papist tendancies. That's right, I called the Irish papists. Maybe I'm straight out of the past today. Anyway, there's been a lot of dispute here whether to celebrate on what the pope has declared the saint's day of celebration--Mar. 15th, or the national holiday, which falls on Mar. 17th. As I'll be wetting the shamrock, as they say, on both/either/all of the days, it really doesn't matter much to me. But you know, the Irish are miffed. Nothing new there. lol
So have a good weekend! Pour a pint for me, will ya? Nothing green, please God. I'll tip a Guinness for you over here in Dirty Aul Dublin!
PS: In order to venerate the quitters and denegrate the drug, Sarah and I have started NicotineHaikus. Think of it as art therapy for mild drug addicts. Also think of it as a little ridiculous, because there's really no point in not interjecting humor into quitting. Honestly, isn't it the nectar that makes everything go down a little more sweetly? If you know a quitter that could use a laugh and a place to post their own quit haiku, send them over to the site.
Some days, things over here feel pretty bygone. That's the word for it: bygone.
Over here, people are from "parishes" instead of neighborhoods. You still see horses in the streets of smaller villages and more low-class places even in Dublin. The schools have prefects, headmasters and houses. Pharmacists are called "apothacaries", and from them you can order a "dram" of medicine. And, to top it all off, there are hot cross buns in my office kitchen. Like I said: bygone.
So it's almost Saturday, the day the Pope is calling St. Patrick's Day, the day that the Irish are vehemently NOT calling St. Patrick's Day, despite all papist tendancies. That's right, I called the Irish papists. Maybe I'm straight out of the past today. Anyway, there's been a lot of dispute here whether to celebrate on what the pope has declared the saint's day of celebration--Mar. 15th, or the national holiday, which falls on Mar. 17th. As I'll be wetting the shamrock, as they say, on both/either/all of the days, it really doesn't matter much to me. But you know, the Irish are miffed. Nothing new there. lol
So have a good weekend! Pour a pint for me, will ya? Nothing green, please God. I'll tip a Guinness for you over here in Dirty Aul Dublin!
PS: In order to venerate the quitters and denegrate the drug, Sarah and I have started NicotineHaikus. Think of it as art therapy for mild drug addicts. Also think of it as a little ridiculous, because there's really no point in not interjecting humor into quitting. Honestly, isn't it the nectar that makes everything go down a little more sweetly? If you know a quitter that could use a laugh and a place to post their own quit haiku, send them over to the site.
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