My mother made me laugh today. She told me that none of her girls would continue the (her) St. Patrick’s day tradition of making corned beef and cabbage. I asked her why I would make it if I didn’t like the taste of it. That is how I am, though. I suppose a lot of my family’s traditions and habits will die out with my parents. I’m not really upset by this, as some of them are questionable, like corned beef and cabbage.
I’m not particularly motivated by my heritage, although I do respect people who are. I never found a strong connection to any of the cultures of my known ancestors. That doesn’t mean I won’t learn about them, but it also doesn’t mean that I have to be one way because that is how my family was. I suppose I’m too busy doing my own thing.
In any case, did a few things over the weekend — went to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in New Haven (something that’s been going on in town since 1842) to people watch. Straight from the parade, Britt and I headed down to NYC to see Charles Spearin perform from his new album The Happiness Project at Le Poisson Rouge. I feel like I’m still taking it all in, two days later. What I can say is that I found the show very moving and relevant and fascinating as well as beautiful and humorous and rather humble — but it doesn’t make sense until you listen to the album. I suppose I should expect nothing less from essentially the same people who perform in Do Make Say Think (give or take a few), the band who can move me to tears during a performance.
I even got to have milk and cookies during the show!
I am coming down with some Spring fever, as well.