So, today we drove up to the Poconos to watch a St Patricks Day Parade. What drew me to this parade were the pipe bands, apparently 14 pipe bands were going to perform. My mother as a Scot has always had an affinity for the pipes and this I inherited from her. Somewhere, deep inside when I hear that familiar sound it sets up an aroma of memory, a deep knowledge of where I come from, it is comforting, extremely emotional and a cathartic experience. So, a patients family at clinic whom I have become close with really wanted me to come as often we have shared our Celtic heritage. The dad of this family is in a pipe band and the mother is Irish through and through. How could I say no. The parade was on Sunday March 14th. On Friday it rained cats and dogs, on Saturday it rained worse, we lost power for 12 hours. Sunday morning it looked even worse, hang it I thought, I'm going anyways, so glad I did. The funny thing was all those pipe bands and did not hear one Irish jig, lots of Scottish ones that I recognized thou, Bluebells of Scotland, You take the High Road, Scotland the Brave and more.
Yes it was grey and drizzly but just as the parade started the heavens dried up. I was not disappointed, it was truly a heavenly experience for me, one I will remember for a long time
Also, spent a gorgeous weekend with Joe and Katie last weekend, they are both doing so well, used to go to a playpark with my son, now we go to a bar and have a good chinwag.....times are a changing. Katie and I had a lovely sweet time together doing what mothers and daughters do best.....shopping. It really really was worth the 24 hours visit just to physically hug and kiss them and tell them I love them sooooo much. Now both have gone on Spring Break, Joe to Oregon to go back country snowboarding (hope he lives) and Katie to the mountains in New Hampshire to do more snow boarding.
A happy week, a very very happy week.