“The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.”

Yesterday’s St. Patrick’s Day dinner was superb. We feasted on the traditional meal of corned beef, potatoes, carrots and cabbage with wonderful Irish bread slathered with butter. In the background was Irish music compliments of Alexa. We were all in green as befitting the occasion. My friend Tony gave Clare, his wife, and me bags of St. Patrick’s Day goodies including green Snowballs, Necco Wafers and chocolates covered in shamrock decorated foil. It was a festive evening, a wonderful evening.

The weather is wintry with below freezing nights and mornings. Right now it is 24˚, but the sun is bright and the sky cloudless so the day is a pretty one. I do need to fill bird feeders and do a load of wash. That’s it for the day’s to do list.

Sometimes a perfect moment occurs, and I recognize it right away. These feelings of delight, of glee, usually come from something simple but wonderful.

I remember being in Ireland at a B&B in Youghal, a summer resort. It was off-season. My family and I, mother, father, grandfather and two aunts, were the only guests. My room was cold, no heat. The bed had layers of comforters. I took a bath, quickly toweled dry, put on warm clothes and jumped into bed.   I grabbed my book, a Dorothy Sayers Lord Peter Wimsey novel, and unwrapped my Cadbury fruit and nut bar. I broke off a piece and ate it. It was the food of the gods. There I was in Ireland warm under all those comforters, reading one of my favorite authors and eating chocolate. I knew I would never forget that moment.

I remember a summer day when I was sitting on the deck. Gracie was lying on the deck beside my chair. I was idly patting her. The sun was hot but there was a cooling breeze. The birds were in and out of the feeders. I could hear only their chirping. I realized they, Gracie and I had shared serenity.

The first sip of coffee in the morning, an outside shower at the close of a summer day, a favorite song playing on the radio, a book so good I can’t put it down, Maddie purring while I pat her, the first light of dawn and the last light of the day are moments to be savored, to be remembered. They are perfection.

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6 Comments on ““The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Glad to hear that your St. Patrick Day party was a success. Our memories are selective. You remember a trip to Ireland in your youth with your family because it had meaning for you. Do you know the town in Ireland where your ancestors came from and have you visited? Did they come here to escape the potato famine or just the poverty that the British kept all their colonists living with. Have you had your DNA tested? I wonder what surprises might lurk in your chromosomes? Many Americans whose families came from Ireland are really Scotch Irish who escaped Scotland to Ireland during some distant famine or persecution. I’m sure my ancestors are Jewish from The Pale of Settlement in what became Poland. Of course many southerners might be surprised to find an “N___ in the wood pile.” 🙁

    I’m at the airport waiting for my flight to Phoenix. I will be working there all week. Here it’s in the upper 60s with a chance of rain. However Phoenix is going to be sunny with a high in the upper 60s. There’s a reason it’s called the valley of the sun. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      I visited Ireland with my relatives when I was an adult. We did go to the town where family came from, but we didn’t know if any family was still there. Both my sisters had their DNA tested. Both were heavy on Ireland; one was 67% Irish. I don’t remember the other sister’s.

      My great-grandfather came for a better life. He lived in New York with his family, but after he died young, the rest of the family move to Boston.

      I don’t know about my father’s ancestry. I do know his grandfather Patrick Ryan was the one who immigrated.

      We are in for a cold week.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Those perfect moments come way too seldom though. It was rather close here this morning even if it only was 0,9F outside. No wind, sunshine and a crust on the snow that carried even my weight. Some birds did sing spring songs but mostly it was quiet.

    Glad that You had a great party 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I found the snow on the deck was also crusted. I had to carefully plant my foot so I could guard against slipping. It is cold.

      I only went out the get the papers and later to fill the bird feeders. There were a lot of branches on the deck so I threw them over. The deck is a mess from the last storm.

      It was a lovely dinner and night with my friends.

      Have a great day!

  3. splendidone Says:

    Thank you as always for your gentle reminders.

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