Mike Drop

 

Why am I always surprised when God does a mike drop? I mean why after so many times He has come through for me, do I still tuck the mike into my back pocket and try make contingency plans. This morning I saw this funny moment in church where Lance put the mike in his back jean's pocket just before he went up to talk. I just had to take a photo, anyways later on in the afternoon we had to go back onto our roof and do the second coat of waterproofing. Not following then read Friday's post and yesterday's post to catch up.

Anyway now that we are on the same page, God did a mike drop moment for us by holding back the rain at our house long enough for us to apply the waterproofing material and allowing enough time for it to dry before opening the heavens again. Don't get me wrong it still rained but the rain went around us and poured elsewhere while Peter played on the keyboard.

Peter at 40

 

Well we were invited to share the day with Peter to celebrate his 40th birthday which was actually few days back, but anything to enjoy the beautiful warm Spring day at the Botanical Gardens. Peter even got a World's Greatest 40 year old certificate to prove that he is now 40 years old. 

The certificate is to prove that he is frankly flippin' fabulous and quite fantastic too. No one else does forty quite as well as Peter. Nah, he can't be forty, that's just a huge outrage. We all think he is 10 years younger and just lied about his age.

Well that is what the certificate stated.

St Patrick's Day

So what's the crack? From what I can remember Paddies' Day has never really been big in the Emerald Isle only in the countries with all the Irish expats. They say that there are only two kinds of people in the world, the Irish, and those who wish they were. Well at least one of my ancestors came from Contae Ros Comáin or in english County Roscommon and it is not so nice having Roscommon as your third name so you wouldn't forget your roots, what were my parents thinking. Pass me another Kilkenny.

Debbie and Peter, needed no other excuse for a shindig, so quite a number of us ended up at their home for a lekker braai and green cocktails. Thank goodness I got a lift with Craig, so I could let my hair down. Peter later brought out his guitar and we all sang songs into the night.

Now I am safely back home writing this blog listening to some good Irish songs. Here is one for Moira... this one is by Steve Earle, the Galway Girl

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl

Peter G

Tonight Peter played at the opening of Greers in Malanshof. It was great evening with a whole lot of friends listening to a friend sing all the older music from my youth and maybe before.