Monday, March 18, 2013
The Day After St. Patrick's Day
Work has been busy, sure (I should be working right now, not posting), and life outside of the job is still the usual fast-paced suburban family life that it has been, but mostly, I haven't had anything to say that I felt was interesting or necessary. I have occasionally posted on my other blog, but those tend to be short and sweet.
Sure, I keep looking on the Samba for vws, but that's just lurking, I have no cash for that, even if they keep showing up in dreams.
Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, a day that is significant in my family for many reasons, but this year, it was a day that I didn't even set foot in the family pub. Have I mentioned that my family owns a pub? Well, some of us do: it's a long story that doesn't belong on the internet, but after my parents died, the family business got passed on to we kids. One of us didn't want to be a part owner, so another worked out a deal to buy that share, and when we sold the house, he traded his share in the house for most of our sister's share in the business, so she has a very nominal stake, I have just under 20%, another brother has 20%.
Today, though, I reflect on what that all means, as I wasn't a part of the long working weekend this year, nor was I asked to be. I'd be concerned that he didn't ask, except for the simple truth that I couldn't have worked this year with all my family's stuff, coupled with the knowledge that he was probably expecting me to call him and offer.