'I could tell you my adventures — beginning from this morning, it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.*

last night I went out for cocktails with sister and friends to denote the one Irish holiday we people with last names that end in "ough" get....yes, yes, the holiday everyone has highjacked now as an excuse to drink green beer and wear silly buttons about kissing. I kid...well, mostly...yeah...I kid.

it was a good time, the band was decent and loud, the food was good, the weather was perfect to be outside though next time I'll check the temperature over the cuteness factor and the company couldn't be better.

this outing is what spurred my previous post about remembering what is good in your life and making the best of the situation. while out, there was a man celebrating in his wheelchair, obviously paralyzed from the chest down...he was on the dance floor spinning in his chair - dancing with the ladies and drinking his beer. Though life is difficult - he's not letting it hold him back.

then there was the man that most of his face was scarred and covered with a birthmark that rendered his skin red and purple. on his arm was a lovely woman...proof that you can find love with inner beauty.

on the way to the outing, my sister and I were talking about the song on the radio. not one of my favorites, "love story" by taylor swift and I remarked that it isn't a favorite song, then my sister (who has been through some tough times with a divorce over the past two years) said, "everyone needs a love story. every little girl deserves to feel like a princess and every little boy deserves to feel like a prince." it made my heart happy. because we do all deserve to be loved...and I hope that everyone figures out their love story...whether it's with another person or with yourself. love is where it's at baby. love is where it's at.

finally, I came back home to two puppies who have welcomed me (somewhat) into their homes. with plenty of puppy happiness to see me and acceptance of back scratching. it may not be a love story but it's good enough.



in the meantime...I can wander in my new surroundings. today I found this wonderful old street off the northern boulevard. it was full of closed storefronts, old men sitting on front porches...and even a fallout shelter. quite a change from all the pretty flowers lately.



*Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (as if you didn't know)