St. Patty’s Day and Weekend

On St. Patrick’s Day we went down to Dogtown for the festivities. By the time we arrived (after work) the streets and people were pretty trashed.

in the streets of dogtown

bagpipers in the pub

So we ended up walking to a friend’s house nearby where they were having a bit of a backyard keg party.

Enjoying the fire

Dan and Angie

moving: I stayed in Friday night and attempted to do some packing. I absolutely hate moving and this time around it seems that progress is especially slow. Part of the slowness is that I’m going through a lot of my stuff and trying to get rid of the things I don’t really need. It’s amazing how much crap you can accumulate in just two years of living in one place.

It must be the time of year when people like to move. I helped Stephanie move into her beautiful remodeled flat on Saturday. Anyone know how to use Google Maps to plot multiple addresses on a map? I’d love to have an image showing just how close Stephanie, Ryan and Molly, Lauren and Tommy are to my new place.

dreams: I’ve been having very strange dreams as of late. This morning I woke from one in which an angel wrote me an email. The celestial being took the form of someone I know, wrote in her style, and even forged the email headers, presumably to get the email past my SpamAssassin filters and get my attention. The text essentially told me to read a specific Bible passage. Upon wakening, I took my dusty Bible that I haven’t read in a couple years, opened it to the passage from the dream and read:

If anyone chooses to do God’s will, he will find out whether my teaching comes from God or whether I speak on my own.

John 7:17

I really don’t have any commentary. I just found it strange.

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