Tuesday, March 17, 2009
This is down Bethel Beach, and I chose it for today because it is the only picture I can find that has green in it. Rather, I could very easily post something from last summer that would have been loaded with green, but in the doldrums of winter where Cold is still gasping her last breaths there's very little green other than pine and cedar trees. Here, however, we see some green slimy stuff on the water's edge. Green slimy stuff is a technical term I learned back in Miss Gibbs' Earth Science class. Or maybe it's seaweed or kelp or some strange bay grass. Or maybe--just maybe--I don't have any idea what I'm talking about.
Hey, I never claimed to work for VIMS.
Evidently today is St. Patrick's Day. I say "evidently" because if a woman I work with hadn't greeted me yesterday with shamrocks that she wanted me to tape all over my office door, I would have been none the wiser. May I also mention that I would never decorate my office door with anything other than the scorch marks from the flames that are at my heels every day at 4:00 p.m. when I knock people over to get out of there? But I do give her an "A" for effort. She means well.
St. Patricks Day was good for pinching, but not much else until I moved away from Mathews. In college, beverages enhanced with food coloring superseded pinching in importance. Then in Northern Virginia and DC the whole day became a cult-like experience shared by hundreds of random strangers packed tight as sardines in a matchbox listening to what might have been a band but which couldn't be heard over the din of a crowd which exceeded the population of Dublin.
In any case, Happy St. Patricks Day. And thanks, Lady at Work, for reminding me.
Now let me take down the shamrocks from my office door and put the scorch marks back up.