Well St. Patty's day couldn't have been better. Weather was perfect, warm enough that Ava and Regina were wearing shorts and little tops. Ian was barefoot and Paul warned him of the dog poop in the cemetery. The scavenger hunt was a success, teams of Ava and Regina, Michael and Shane, Tony and Henry, Helene and Ian. Ava and Regina were the most successful in finding all the stones, but they were on their phones with each other, running through the cemetery. "Technical help", Helene called it.

Laura came later with Sabra, having just been tatooed for the fourth year in a row, this time doing it in the city of Hudson. She now has a ship, the Widdah 1717 on the top of her right leg. This is the ship that wrecked off the shore of Wellfleet when Black Sam was coming for his sweetheart Maria. Rachael went to the same place and has an M with stars on it on her right side, under her arm. They discussed which place was more painful, and Rachael said she could not stop shaking the whole time, but was really glad to do it, especially for Maria.

We flew kites, blew bubbles, but the highlight was Solomon sitting on a wooden folding chair, music stand in front of him, playing "When the Saints Come Marching In" on his trumpet. I tell you that trumpet sound rocked the cemetery, enough to raise the dead as they say. We sang five verses and he did a great job. I wanted music and I got it. Then back to Sabra's for a cookout, the weather cooperating all the way. After I had gone to bed, I remembered that we had left the Christmas lights on the tree and trellis to light on St. Patty's Day, and I yelled down to Tim to put on the lights. They were beautiful, and I fell asleep looking at their reflection on the bedroom ceiling. A wonderful day.