Dear Diary is a series of blog entries that will captivate you about my everyday life. Do you detect some Irish sarcasm?
Backstory:
My sister Carol just finished editing two blog entry pieces that she sent back to me via email. Usually there isn’t any overall comments with her edit, but she said she liked one of them that was particularly funny. Carol and I are from the same Irish family tree and you don’t keep a funny joke too yourself. A joke is Irish community property. With the related Irish sarcasm being the outhouse in the back that comes with the house. Free of charge.
I was walking into yoga class today and behind the front desk is the yoga teacher. She is down to earth and normal, no wonder her class is usually completely packed. Compared to all the whacked out people teaching yoga, it’s a breath of fresh air for someone to teach it like they inhabit planet earth, instead of a far off Strange Land with Robert Heinlein.
I was feeling so warm about taking her class, that out pops of my mouth typical Irish sarcasm on St Patty’s Day. Whoops, can’t control the Irish beast. I say “What are you doing”. She says “Nothing just sitting here”. I say, so her fellow employee who was folding towels could hear, “You’re quite an inspiration to your fellow workers (just sitting there doing nothing).” I see her cringe, as sarcasm usually isn’t a big hit here in Seattle. Do I stop? No, when they’re wobbling you go for the knock out punch, as part of my raised in Chicago training. I blab on, “Keep up the good work”.
