Today begins our final ten days in Old Town. Ten days to spend with friends. Ten more days for us to explore.
And that feeling has started.
The one that feels like a train wreck of anxiety, stress, extreme excitedness, and overwhelming sadness. It starts in my throat and moves down to my chest, sometimes making it hard to breathe.
So if you see me and I’m happy, it’s real. But if you see me and I get all weepy, that’s real too.
It’s a Very. Fine. Line.
So staying busy is essential. I’ve been seeing friends and getting Ethan together with his buddies between clearing the walls of our rental house and filling nail holes. And lots of this has been on my own since Stu isn’t here during the week—something that’s just as hard for him as it is for me.
I’ve also been planning for our potential new house…of which I hope to share more details very very soon.
And as if to say “good bye”, this weekend was the Old Town Saint Patrick’s Day parade! So early, right? The first one in the country. It’s serious business around these parts.
I rushed to start telling Ethan all about this all important holiday, my explanation mostly dealing with wearing green and saying “Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!” The green part hit home but the poor kid kept saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Holidays are coming on a little too fast.
So to kill two birds with one stone (seeing friends AND staying busy) I thought a little green-laden get together in order. We had a delicious table of green food. Green apple slices, green grapes, kiwi, popcorn with green chocolate drizzle and green M&Ms, green-sprinkles marshmallows, green jelly beans, green rice krispie treats with “gold flecks”.
For the main course, we had Guinness beef stew, Irish soda bread, and some sharp Irish cheddar…YUM. The bread was homemade by my friend Shannon and was scrumptious (and beautiful!) while I tackled the stew, which turned out to be a cinch. Use a recipe by Mountain Mama Cooks and it got rave reviews.
It was more toned down than any St. Patty’s Day party I’ve experienced before (before Ethan), but just what we needed. The kids ran around in their green cuteness and the adults relaxed a bit before we all headed down to King Street for the big parade. Thanks to the dads, we got a great spot. Our wagon, AKA The Parade-Mobile, provided a warm spot for Ethan and his buddy Maggie Lou.
As usual, the parade did not disappoint. Though a little slow at the beginning, the dogs, pipers, bands, and floats were quite the spectacle and kept the little ones totally entertained.
And what St. Patty’s Day celebration would be complete without beers in a packed Irish pub? After Ethan hit the hay I snuck out for some adult beverages at the famous Pat Troy’s with my friend Shannon and her adorable family.
As far as I’m concerned Saint Patrick’s Day has already happened, but I’m sure I’ll be singing a different tune come March 17th. Ethan and I will be in Scottsbluff (Nebraska) for my BF’s baby shower (YAY!!!!!!!) and some time on the farm. I’m sure I won’t have a problem rustling up some green beer and corned beef to celebrate all over again.
Pipers will be tougher to find.
Anyway, for the next ten days I will be attempting to think happy thoughts and keep working on the house in hopes of seeing our entire (HUGE) deposit put back in our bank account.
And if there is anything crucial we’ve missed experiencing please let me know ASAP so we can squeeze it in!