This is my Mom snoozing on a tour bus in Ireland years ago. She loved Dad, her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids, her brothers and sisters, and all their offspring. She also loved Notre Dame Football, Gonzaga Basketball (long before it was cool, she worked there as a young woman), the Denver Broncos, Joe Montana, Rose Kennedy, the Democratic Party, and especially Sandy Koufax.
She was a copper miner’s daughter, and a forest ranger’s wife. She was tough as nails and very loving. You crossed her at your own peril. She, my brother and I all graduated from the University of New Mexico the same day.
And she was Irish, not as much as ancestry dot com might say, but I wouldn’t tell her that if I were you. She loved Ireland and everything Irish. So on my Mom’s behalf, Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. I love you and miss you every day.
It is Saint Patrick’s day and I am ashamed to admit that the only photos I have out of 67,000+ in my archives are for a 5K run Logan and I ran a couple years ago and this crappy photo of some green beer. That’s alright I guess.
We had big family plans to head off to a resort today for Spring Break but I got sick yesterday and Logan got sick so we’ll just have to see how everybody feels this morning. I hate being sick. I was planning on taking lots of pics. I feel better this morning. Yesterday I was at maybe 70% and today maybe about 85%. Yesterday was the first day in years where I didn’t have a cup of coffee. That hasn’t happened in decades!! Today I’ve already had two. No green beer for me today. That would be a mistake. I had a piece of toast yesterday and a baked potato. This morning I was starving so I fried a couple eggs.
No bike rides for me today either. So we’ll have to see, we are not packed and we are not ready for the house sitter and I have yet to see how Logan is feeling.