I stopped at the store to get a can of beer to help quell the nausea, and the gal at the checkout said she just loved St. Patrick’s Day. She had given up a son years ago, and he had gone to Ireland several years ago and met a Protestent minister (?) who told him he needed to find his birth mother.
Three years ago on St. Patrick’s Day, the son called her. What an awesome story!! Come to find out, he is his father’s only child. I was glad I was there for her to share that story with. :o])
I just put James’ card in the mail. He should have it Saturday.
Today is also my daughter-on-law’s birthday, and yesterday was my late sister’s birthday. Would have been 87.
Back from swimming. I may be sore tomorrow.
Now I need to call the Cubmaster to find out if he’s going to teach “Leave No Trace” to my den tonight.