A Dram or Two of Irish Luck

So St. Patrick's Day is over and apparently all chances of luck for the weekend with it.  Not that Saturday wasn't a good day.  But I've always considered St. Patrick's Day one of good luck and to justify my position - that morning I found a penny gleaming on the kitchen floor.  I know, I know but I cling to what bits of superstitious attempts at luck I can get.  Or maybe I can extrapolate my luck into the upcoming week.  Maybe if I lay my luck requirements out on the table that will change things up.

So here it goes.  I'm hoping it's good news for the story that currently out to publishers.  I'm hoping, as a back up of course, that I get a writer's grant this year.  So far I've been accepted two times, it's my favourite rejection by the way.  No you heard right, I was accepted both times, and then rejected - kind of.  Here's how it goes.  The letter arrives with a beginning like this:  "dear applicant we have accepted your project for funding, unfortunately by the time we came to your name available funds were exhausted."  The first time I puzzled over how they could accept and reject me in the same letter and the second time I only laughed.  This time, I'm just hoping. 

So while blatant good luck, you know that smeary blob of "Oh my God" didn't make an immediate appearance, there's been some good things these last few days.  So here it goes - my last go around on revisions on a recent book are done and sent off.  Two batches of Income Tax are mailed - I can only say Hallelujia because if the government wanted one more form completed I might just land on the steps of the Parliament Buildings and treat them rather like the Wailing Wall.  I remember a segment of Sixty Minutes with Andy Rooney as he went on a tirade about the unnecessary complication of income tax forms, how he didn't begrudge the state their fair share but he begrudged the complexity of the whole thing and then they panned to stacks of legislation that towered around him.  Now that was the United States but I fear it's only a symptom of modern day western governments.  Canadian Income Tax has towers of its own legislation and hours of frustration for any do-it-yourself filer.  But it's done, two sets, and that alone is celebration! 

And the weather is good!  Yes, on the prairies it's all about the weather.    But the snow is pretty much gone which is amazing for this time of year and 8c with gale force winds, wind aside, is considered exceedingly balmy for this time of year.  That's got to be a bit of luck - wouldn't you say?

Did the luck of the Irish visit you this weekend? 

Ryshia
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