It turned out to be a good peaceful day all round, but it was to differ from previous years. I had no idea how it was going to go though; or who would be doing what, and where, and when.
It started with..........
The Beach Walk
An almost deserted beach with the tide out is very much a rarity around here, so I take it as a wonderfully positive omen that I happened upon just that yesterday morning, of all days.
The slight yet refreshing chill to the air was lovely. Looking to my right I stared ahead at the nearby seaside town in the distance and thought of how soul-embracing this whole scene was, as usual, and yet how deceiving. You see the seaside town up ahead, with the guiding light shining down on it, leading the way almost? Directing my thoughts to where I knew that hordes of people were starting to descend in their droves, awaiting the local St Patrick's Parade that would be rearing to go.
The last time we attended this parade was two years ago.
Leaving thoughts of nostalgia, and the mayhem I was happy to miss this year, behind me I strolled home.
Where I was.......
On St Patrick's Day. Imagine that? But it was only for a couple of hours!
After many years of attempting to make a fun family day out of this our Patron Saint's Day, while successfully avoiding the madness of a Dublin parade, I knew that this year things would be a little different.
It turned out that the big man went golfing and I found that this year I no longer had to concern myself with entertaining a maturing young man. He had his own arrangements, thank you very much; or so he announced, strolling out the door to catch a bus to meet his friend.
Far too cool now for parade watching with parents!
The teenager has found his wings and is taking regular flights......
And I couldn't be happier.
Well, maybe the wonderfully positive chat with a teacher yesterday may have boosted these happiness levels just a tad!
So, that left me free. To my own devices. To do anything I wanted. Anything.
And yet the first thing I achieved was.......
A Clean Fridge
Sad I know, and this one really surprises me as much as I'm sure it does you. After all 'Domestic Diva' is nowhere within my job title or blog description, and I really would prefer sticking pins in my eyes then attend to this horrible chore. But this job seriously needed doing and was at the end of one very, very long finger that was way beyond any further extension. And I simply couldn't bear it a moment longer.
It's such a relief to be finally able to open the door now without one's senses being assaulted! So much so that this whole achievement deserves a mention here.
A clean oven and windows are next on my list, but for now I was free to attend to more enjoyable pursuits in what remained of my home alone time.
No doubt some of you may put this in the same category as cleaning the fridge, but let me assure you that it's not! Not for me,
I thoroughly enjoy the time I set aside most days to attend to some knitting or crochet projects. It's like flicking a relaxation switch. Once all is going to plan, or to pattern to be more precise. And that the dinner is made in advance, to avoid a thrown together, last minute whatever's-in-the-freezer type meal!
So I enjoyed this time today, which I coupled with some Netflix viewing, of my choosing! More of which anon - on both counts!
Just because a maturing teenager no longer wants to engage in the childish family activities of his youth, doesn't necessarily mean that he or she now totally disowns their parents. Not when there's a free meal out on offer at least!
So yes, some time was found for us to come together that evening. To chat about our day whilst enjoying a lovely meal in the packed and very cheerful environs of our local establishment. There was fun, laughter and the unavoidable diddlyi music. Totally forgivable on the day that was in it!
A very pleasant day indeed - and all the more so as it heralds the beginning of the Easter School Break.
Lots more opportunities for a mix of home alone time and trips out.
Lots more time to get more horrible household chores attended to also. With some teenage assistance perhaps? I mean sprouting grown-up wings and taking flights are all very well, but they do need funding. And funding means earning, right?!
If you celebrate St Patrick's Day then I hope that yesterday was a good one for you too, wherever in the world you are.
Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit go léir.
There are a lot of 'Reasons to be Cheerful' in this St Patrick's Day post so I'm linking up with Lakes Single Mum, who is hosting this week's offerings :)