I have been SO absent lately - finding time only to come and comment on a post or two all this week. I've been busy, but what really messed me up was when my laptop crashed on Sunday. Trying to connect through web mail on my old computer has been a trial.
Hopefully the laptop will be repaired and I can go get it on Monday. They thought today, but no.
Meanwhile, I've had brain mush.
But today, while searching for information that will allow me to put programs back on the repaired computer, I came across two St. Pat's poems that I had printed and saved in a binder.
I got a kick out of these, and I hope you do too!
May those who love us, love us;
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts;
And if he doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles, So we will know them by their limping.
St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here's toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good St. Patrick
And see all those snakes again.