It started Sunday, March 9, with the switch to daylight savings time. This little event usually messes up my biological clock for a couple of weeks. I’m one of those who’d be happier if they’d leave it one way or the other instead of this switching stuff.
Starting Sunday, we have a string of religious days celebrated by Christians. Palm Sunday on the 9th. Ash Wednesday on the 19th, Maundy Thursday on the 20th, Good Friday on the 21st, Easter Sunday on the 23rd, and on Monday the 24th, the Canadians note Easter Monday.
Now squeeze these celebrated dates in: Monday the 17th is St. Patrick’s Day. Depending on where you live in the world, it’s either a day of solumn reflection to a Saint, or in the U.S. party time.
Some towns really go all out for St. Pat’s Day. My hometown has a strong Irish influence, and there’s a lot of merry-making going on. So far nobody has gotten the brilliant idea to die the Missouri River green. But it’s a day to dress to proclaim you’re Irish, eat corned beef and cabbage, and drink green beer. Some do this to the excess of peeing green and passing gas that could level a small town.
Spring comes in either the 20th or 21st. I forget. It could come now and I’d be happy, especially if it brought loads of warm weather. 🙂
We were teased today by the 60s with 70s for tomorrow. Then (the gall of it all!) we could have snow on Saturday. I wish whoever PO’d Mother Nature would come forward and take their licking so this cursed cold weather would go away.
So I wonder what the odds are of having all these holidays/events pile on to one another?
Today was Samson’s debut at the groomer. He’s probably been in a car 3 times now. The time he was taken to the pound, the day I adopted him and fetched him home, and today. The groomer said he did really well–never barked or tried to bite, which is good. We’ve been working hard on the random nipping stuff. And mercy, he looks and smells so much better! 
