March 17 – “Happy SPD”

Well, Happy SPD - St. Patrick’s Day, I suppose.  I have never really understood why we celebrate as a holiday the day that is specifically geared to honoring an Irish pastor who somehow got rid of snakes.  I mean, I see the whole, no snakes thing as a definite positive for Ireland and all.  I guess its because of our Irish immigrants and America’s ability to incorporate random elements of other cultures into our own.  Wait a minute.  Rome was really good at that, too.  And now they have … a dead language.  So the moral of the story is … if you don’t like English grammar, celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.  Sounds perfectly logical to me.  Let’s go look for a four-leaf clover.  Or maybe a leprechaun.

 

We pulled a two-miler yesterday.  Followed in short order by a set of ten stairs.  Chris is a slave driver.  And speaking of slave driving, the exercise period was followed closely by another stint in the backyard.  This time we found ourselves on hands and knees, struggling against an infestation of numerous weed species.  But the worst of them all was … the stinging grass.  I was in shorts.  Chris hadn’t yet pulled on her gloves, so we both came away with souvenir stings.  We did get a lot done back there, but the flip side of any yard work for me?  Pain.  Yep.  It was another long night.  I think I woke up every hour and a half.  Here’s hoping for a nap this afternoon.

 

Speaking of afternoons … we had some visitors yesterday afternoon.  Kel and his whole family came over and brought the fixin’s for homemade pizza.  It was fun watching Noa help in the kitchen.  Ezra, too.  Sort of.  And the pizzas were really good.  I don’t remember ever having anything quite like it.  The older guys spent the time watching an NCAA basketball tournament play-in game.  None of us really cared who won, but it was entertaining to see the kid who has become known for his arrogant demonstrations after made baskets … lose.  Ah, well.  Today is the day the actual tournament games begin.  Baylor plays at 1 p.m.  Gonzaga at 3:15.  Should be a fun afternoon.

 

James 1:9 says, “Believers in humble circumstances ought to take pride in their high position.”

 

Father, thank you for … new culinary experiences.  Amen.