Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Most, if not all festivities celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in the U.S. have been cancelled. I’m sure children who remember to do so will still pinch their unsuspecting parents who’ve forgotten to wear green, but hopefully from a safe distance after which they’ll vigorously wash their hands (front and back—not just the fingertips) while singing “When Irish Eyes are Smiling.”

I do not look great in green, so I was always the pinchee and seldom the pincher. When I taught, I made sure to wear a sprig of green on my blouse lest I risk my arms being pinched black and blue by day’s end. Little darlings who caught me unprepared paid for their cheekiness when grades came out. (Not really. I’m not vindictive in that way.)

St. Patrick who, legend has it, drove the snakes out of Ireland, could certainly help us out today, if we could only persuade him to drive the current ‘snake(s)’ out of our lands. COVID-19 needs to go, along with several people whose names I need not mention (one rhymes with Tronald Dump).

Maybe if we all wear green, forgo pinching one another, and wash our hands relentlessly, good St. Patrick will save the day, but we might have to suffer awhile longer.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

14 thoughts on “Happy St. Patrick’s Day”

  1. I had the news on this morning and they mentioned it being St. Pat’s day. I was stunned, not that I really ever do anything to mark the day, but simply because it was being acknowledged at all at this time!

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  2. Usually on St. Patrick’s Day I’ll have a wee glass of Jamesons or Bushmills, whichever one I have in the liquor cabinet. But apparently I finished off the last of the Irish whiskey months ago and never bothered to replace it. So I downed a shot of Scotch and hoped that the Irish gods don’t come after me. 🙂 – Marty

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    1. Hey, I’m with you. Mostly it’s just the kids who’ll pinch someone who isn’t wearing green, and usually only someone they know won’t punch them in the throat. Although, some people get quite drunk on St. Paddy’s Day, and there’s no telling what havoc they might wreak.


  3. I don’t know what’s wrong with the English. The Scots go all out for Burns (boring, bastard poet) night. The welsh do their bit (can’t remember what) and the Irish…! I think the Englander (the best by the way) have far more important things to think about like rolling countryside, beautiful thatched cottages and getting pissed on a Friday night in the pub.

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