a day of golf and young ladies.

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This is such a strange spring. I was so intent on the flowers scratching their way through the dirt and taking a look around that I forgot about the potential of a friggin foot of snow!!!!!

My daffodils and crocus's and joquils have light green stalks in the front of the house. Or had anyway. Now they are all covered with snow. It really shouldnt take too long to melt I dont think. The sun at the moment is shining and hopefully simmering away the snow.
Hubby went out last night to the friendly sons of Ireland dinner. Just a quickie for those who dont know our last name ends in SKI! Are WE Irish.? hmm... I am my children are. Andy has some but are we officially I dont think so. My girls are Bailey's, yup first hubby was and remains Irish. My heritage is English, welsh and Irish. Jack is a mutt. I am calling him that with a smile on my face and love in my heart though!!! My dear friend Maryellen was 100% Irish. It was a tradition tog o to her house every ST patties day for corned beef and cabbage. and lots and lots of beer. I called John this am and he was sad. staying home today and watching basketball. I am going to make him a corned beef for posterity. I miss her daily. The phone rings and I think first, Pop, nope hes in the box upstairs. (sorry for the sarcasm) nana that would be good she sis ok though visiting Ric a well deserved break. Maryellen checking on whats for dinner or how the kids are. No she is in a vase on the fireplace at her house.
I guess my attitude is not very lady like nor is it reserved, but the box and vase thing is spooky to me.
I have a sick thought to pry open the box and see what in there. Thats bad, right? sick?

I crazy ass story just popped into my head.
My dad had some teeth pulled a few years back and in the process the dentist removed his gold bridge he had put in whenever. Well its gold teeth attached to one another in a row like three of them. When he brought them home we teased about them and he put them in the memory box. A chunk of gold that was in his mouth for twenty years maybe. looks like teeth, but gold.
When he died I looked in the box and there they were his teeth. Fucking teeth. Thats all. Teeth and dust. I thought maybe put the teeth on top of his box so he is all together. I am a freak. I have decided I am a morbidly twisted and sick woman!

Heres another one. I cant open the box it is sealed up and I dont want to "disturb" him. OK he is dust and stuff but I am concerned about disturbing him. whacked Suzie truly whacked.

I have another one- (my psychosis is showing) I stand in his closet and breathe in his clothes. I just stand there and close the door. ( this is a sliding door, not a walk in barely enough room for pops clothes and my fat ass) but I squeeze in there shut the door and cry into his shirts, coats, suits, and flannel shirts. Every one of the shirts I remember him wearing. They smell like HOME, COMFORT, SAFETY. Just leave me here.

I had a dream the other night about him. He was on a panel with other people from heaven. microphones, water pitchers, long table. reporters. I was handed a microphone and had to aska question quickly of him. I said "Dad what do you do all day?" He answered smiling and said
"I play golf all day and watch the young ladies" He then looked at the other men on the panel and they all smiled. "I finally broke 80 the other day, Suz."

They then passed the microphone.
I submitted the "red mittens' pic to a photo contest and they wrote back that it is in the top twenty. Yippee.'
Not much else going on so I will attach a pic of my guy in his tux and one form Jack allie and the snow.

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