Clakity clack, Bangity bang, vroom, vroom! It Friday morning and the garbage trucks are going through the neighborhood. Add to that a ringing phone that was a wrong number call. So far, this has been a rude awakening morning. Even the birds are not singing this morning, they are just eating and leaving without so much as a “howdy do?”. The sky is overcast with rain predicted for later this evening. But —- even though this isn’t the prettiest day; as the scripture says; “This is a day that The Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

Happy St. Patrick’s Day for tomorrow! Tomorrow is the day that  everybody pretends to be a little bit Irish. I’ve never read the legend of St. Patrick. I’ve been told that for some reason or some how, he drove all of the snakes out of Ireland. I really need to Google that and find out what the legend is and what the story is behind the legend. The other myth I have always heard about St. Patrick’s Day is that if you plant potatoes, you need to put them in th ground on St. Patrick’s Day. I assume that saying comes from th days of the potato famine in Ireland many centuries ago. Isn’t it amazing how these things continue stay alive?

Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful day. Ms. Kate and I got out and did some running around and the weather was perfect for it. We went up to our favorite butcher and meat shop first of all. Ms. Kate wanted to get some beef bones to make beef broth for her vegetable soup. Next Wednesday our Sunday school class is responsible for the Lenten meal and we are doing a soup supper. Ms. Kate is making vegetable soup and she does a wonderful job of that. (Any soup she makes is fabulous.) She also needed to pick up some other stuff at the butcher shop so it was a good place to start the day. Next we went to the cemeteries and decorated the headstones for both of our families. It was time to get the Christmas stuff off and put on some spring decorations in preparation for Easter. Ms. Kate’s family plot is right by the main road in the cemetery and it was always critical to her mom tha the graves looked nice when people drove by. So, Kate is  diligent  about keeping the graves all looking good.

After the cemetery visits, we went to lunch. While we were out, I got a call that a parishioner had been taken to the hospital. So, we went home so I could clean up, and I went to see him. He is fine. By now and was treated, and released. Thank you Lord for your grace and care.

That’s it for this Friday morning. I hope your day is full of blessings and love. Shalomn