We enjoyed a wonderful weekend in North Texas.
80° on Saturday…I actually (yup I admit it) turned on the air conditioner for a brief late afternoon cool-down). We then had an Irish dinner Saturday night that was simply my fortune (luck) to be invited. Daylight Savings Time kicked in this morning, but it did not make me late for church nor throw Mackie the Queen of Scots off of her usual get-out-of-bed-you-limey-fish roust to get her breakfast. Yard work today in 78° weather…until the weedeater batteries wore out. I had dust flying everywhere and I’m almost certain the neighbors slammed shut their windows as the dust cloud slowly drifted north.
All this made me go searching in our junk-filled garage for a yard hat to wear. I’ve always been a bit over-the-top with my hats and have a hang up with sunburnt ears. And I found a hat…errrr, several (each has its own story too).
My FDIL has tried to curb this obsession but has thus far merely touched the brim of my habit…but I don’t think she’s given up on me yet. Yup, there are 18 hats in the photos, and that’s only the felt or straw fedora-type lids. I’ve got a collection of ball caps too that are rarely worn. I admit it now, I have a serious face-shade problem and I need counseling (or at least fashion advice with my hat styles).
Oh yeah, what about the Irish dinner you ask? We had Colcannon, baked whole carrots, quartered cabbage, an incredible corned beef with fresh shaved/ground horseradish, two types of soda bread, and for desert…Ginger Beer Pudding. Did I mention the beverages? Smithwick’s, Harp, and Guinness were the beers; a sip or two of 12-year old Pure Pot Still Irish Whiskey…something called “Redbreast” (I called it “good night”). By the way, I didn’t wear a hat to dinner last night.
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The “hat thing” is a “May thing”! For forty-something years, my mom has talked about how the May boys are seldom without a hat/cap on their heads. When Tony and I were in high school, he used to come in our front door, take off his ball cap, and throw it on top of a statue my mom had in the entry. The statue was a bust of David, but Tony called him Caesar. He’d say, “Here ya go, Caesar!” and she would ALWAYS correct him no matter where she was in the house. “It’s David, it’s DAVID!!!” He knew how to push her buttons! :o)
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Get story OFSIL – I had not heard that before :)
The “hat thing”, you’re absolutely right in that we May boys rarely get/got caught out-of-doors without a lid. And why is it most of our lids are a billboard for some product or school (kind of like our T-shirts)? No one has ever complimented the May boys for our cutting edge sense of fashion in outdoor apparel that’s for sure!
Ya know Dad has gotten much more that way in always donning a cap on the way out the door….
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