Holidays just not the same without colorful decorations
Don’t forget to wear something green tomorrow. If you don’t, you might get pinched. As far as I know, there aren’t any St. Patrick’s Day festivities planned in Covington, but you can head over to Conyers at 4: 30 p. m. tomorrow to see the World’s Fastest Growing St. Patrick’s Day parade.
We southern folk don’t seem to get as excited as our northern neighbors about celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. That’s a shame, because I like the holiday. But then again, green is my favorite color, and I was brought up in a family that celebrated every time the calendar gave us an excuse to do so.
Mom loved to decorate the house for every occasion. I always knew that when I came home from school on February 15th, I would see shamrocks and green placemats where red hearts and lace had been on the kitchen table that morning. And on March 18, they magically disappeared to make way for all of Mom’s beautiful Easter décor.
I’ve tried to carry on her tradition by decorating my home for each holiday, but this year my house has been barren. We moved a few months ago, and I still haven’t found my spring decorations.
I did manage to uncover one pathetic little bunny to hang by the front door. Because of how I grew up, it just doesn’t feel like a holiday if my house isn’t fully decked out, but that’s just the way it has to be.
And that is perfectly fine with my husband, Donnie. While my family grew up making a big deal out of all holidays, his family was quite the opposite. It took a few years of marriage for me to convince him that it actually was OK for adults to celebrate their own birthdays. It was just another one of those funny differences that you have to sort out after marriage -something that you never think to ask the other person before you get hitched.
I certainly never thought about asking Donnie how he celebrated St. Patrick’s Day, and I doubt his answer would’ve been a dealbreaker, regardless. I’d just graduated with my degree in visual communications — a fancy term for graphic arts — when I met him on March 17, 1989.
We were at a post- graduation house party and were the only two nerds not interested in engaging in illegal activities. So we went outside and sat on a porch swing together, and I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him.
I made it clear that I was not looking for a boyfriend, and he understood. Three days later, he asked if he could kiss me, and I surprised myself by saying yes. Who knew that 19 years later, we’d still be together, with two kids, a mortgage and a minivan?
I still think he hung the moon. He’s great about humoring my crazy whims, such as serving him green pancakes topped with green whipped cream for breakfast on St. Patrick’s Day. Tomorrow, I am also trying my hand at cooking corned beef and cabbage for the first time. I can’t recall having tasted a single bite of corned beef, ever, so this is either a really brave or really dumb thing I’m doing.
There are a gazillion corned beef and cabbage recipes on the Internet, so I hope I chose a good one. It sounds easy enough. You just boil a beef brisket for a few hours and throw in some vegetables at the end. It should be foolproof, but then again — it’s those kinds of recipes that often slay me.
I hope it turns out well, and I hope there’s enough for leftovers, because it promises to be a crazy week ahead. We usually get a decent break between St. Patty’s Day and Easter, but this year, there are only a few days to get ready for the Easter bunny. To add to the fun, my sweet little boy Eli turns six on Good Friday.
Next weekend’s schedule is packed with egg hunts, soccer games, birthday parties, church and hosting Easter dinner for our extended family. We are still battling ear infections and the neverending cold, so I’m praying for our meds to kick in.
If they do, maybe I’ll find the energy to hunt down my Easter egg tree and jazz this place up a bit for spring.