Just two days left in the year. Hard to believe. Irish Fest closes out the year of our best festival ever with a wistful glance back and a steady eye on 2011. But isn't the end of the year the time for doing things wistfully? I had wist with my Cheerios this morning as I sat looking at my fuzzy headed little daughter, she I'm pretty sure said "poop" for the first time yesterday, whom I hadn't even met this time last year. I get all wisty thinking back on my 8 years on the board of directors which come to a close with 2010 at midnight tomorrow. I'm so full of wistiness, I may burn out my laptop as wistful tears drip on the keyboard. Come to think of it, this laptop is getting pretty old. Is this its last year? Sigh. More wist.
Honestly, sometimes my wistfulness gets the best of me, even when it's not year's end. Ask anybody who knows me well and they'll tell you I'm just a big bag of wisty. I'm supposed to be cleaning the house right now because we have some friends from Switzerland coming for dinner tonight, but instead I sit here smoking my pipe, gazing out the window at the mist on the sea as the memories of the fast-dying year waft up the chimney with the smoke of the embers in the grate. Figuratively, I mean. Sitting in the kitchen waiting for the dryer to ding doesn't sound as wistful.
So if you see me at The Gaf in Waldo tomorrow evening (all my love to the other Irish pubs who'll be hosting 6:00 PM Irish new year countdowns, but I can walk home from the Gaf), give me a big hug and let's share a flowing, wistful jar for the late, great 2010 and the decade that saw the birth and coming of age of the Kansas City Irish Fest. You know, I remember one magic night during the 2005 festival, we were...
Damn. Dryer dinged.
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Ah, you senkamenkal ol' fool. Happy New Year to you, poopsie, Irish & Amerikun!
Love, Tee
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