Since I don't drink (and that's not actually what St Patrick's day started out being about anyway) I celebrated a little differently than most people.
While I did wear green for a significant portion of the day, I mostly rid my environment of it. I'm talking about cleaning. I don't know why and I don't know where from, but I got the energy and dedication to really clean my room. I do it most weekends but today I dusted. I don't like dusting because it requires me to move my things. I have a lot of things. Particularly books.
I dusted everything. Nightstand, dresser, desk, bookshelf, lamp shade (not an easy feat either) the tops of doors and frames. I got it all! Except the walls... I must reload on Swiffer products and tackle those at a later date. Today was Mr. Clean (the green kind, a happy accident), bucket of water and rag day. I have only one thing to say for myself: It's a freaking wonder I'm still alive. It was all kinds of nasty that I'm ashamed to describe. And I have black furniture! I have no excuse! It's not like it was invisible! Actually, my excuse is the black furniture. I kept telling myself that it was only obvious because it's black. The things I can get away with telling myself when I don't want to do something... Dusting wasn't all that bad... I put a movie on and went to work and I was done just when I was starting to have enough of cleaning. The bookshelf was a pain in the ass though. I had to reorganize everything. Okay... so I like organizing. But! It was annoying to have all my books laid out in piles, completely obscuring my floor.
Other than that, I celebrated today by watching a number of Simpson's episodes dedicated to the occasion. Weirdly enough, my mom watched an episode with me. She claims to hate the Simpson's and Family Guy but whenever she sits long enough, she ends up laughing. She's prejudiced against satire. I think it's wonderful. For instance, the episode I watched today reminded me of my grandmother. See, not all bad. It's a fond memory.
I meant the song... in case you were wondering. She'd sing it to me and my sister when we were younger. She still sings it. It's kind of hilarious because she has a French Canadian accent. Still, one of my favourites. And yes, in spite of being French Canadian, my family originates from Ireland. It's complicated. Also, if it came down to it, she could totally beat the crap out of all those people. She knows tai chi.
Alas, that is all I have to report today.
Happy St Patrick's Day!