I don't believe that I have even one drop of Irish in me, and that may be why March 17th has not been kind the last two years.
One year ago on that date, I suddenly had to have my dog put down. We woke up, and she was unable to walk. My sister and I took her to the vet and he said she was full of cancer. It was shocking. We had to make a choice to put her down right then. My kids didn't get to say goodbye. I had her cremated and we still have her here, but it was a horrible day.
Two years ago on St. Paddy's Day, I was driving home from meeting a friend in Ohio. Going 65 mph in the fast lane, I blew a tire and lost control of my van. Luckily, the person beside me in the slow lane saw what happened, slowed down, and allowed me to cross in front of them to the berm of the highway. I was alone, scared, upset, crying. I called my husband and told him what had happened. His response was "What do you want me to do about it?" Ugh. I wanted him to ask if I was ok. I wanted him to help me calm down. I wanted him to remind me of how to make my brain work again because I was a little upset. Nevertheless, I called AAA and drove home on a donut. Fun times.
This year, I'm looking forward to seeing what life will have in store for me.
The Ides of March are on the 15th.
My Ides seem to be on the 17th.
Can't wait.
1 comment:
I remember that day. What a horrible event to happen to you. I'm glad that you were all right.
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