Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


March? How’d That Happen?

Can you believe it’s March already? I can’t. Seems like just yesterday was February.

So, March. Anybody know where March got its name? Anybody? (No cheating by looking it up.)

What do you think of when you think of March? I think of —

  1. Wind! In like a lion and out like a lamb or vice versa? I can never remember. Maybe it changes every year, just to keep me confused.
  2. St. Patrick’s Day. I’ve never looked into who St. Patrick was (did he drive the snakes out of Ireland?) or how we’re supposed to be celebrating, but I can’t imagine it’s with green beer. (Yuck.) Or pinching anyone who’s not wearing green.

Question: When you drink green beer, do your teeth absorbed the green color? Or is it just people with green teeth who drink it?


3. Often we have Easter to stress over in March. Not this year (it’s a couple of days after my birthday in April.) So instead of Easter, I’m stressing over–

      4- BB’s wedding.

Hey, stress keeps my heart beating and me kicking, so it’s all good.

March also means that this year is 1/6 gone. Good grief. I think there’s a magician out there somewhere who’s making entire weeks disappear.