We have celebrated a fair number of birthdays lately. My step-mother-in-law Betty, Matt, and our nephews Connor, Cole and Brendan all have birthdays within about a week of each other. While Betty celebrated out in Las Vegas, we had my parents and the O'Brien clan over for a small gathering last Saturday. To add to the chaos, we were also getting some furniture delivered when everyone showed up. The couch we had ordered for the office made a noble effort to fit into the room, but in the end it just sat in the hallway looking for a new home (it would not fit through the door). Much to Matt's dismay, we had to place it in the living room, and now the furniture in both rooms do not match. He is learning to live with it.
This weekend, we had a lot going on. We attended the Dublin Irish Festival where Matt got to try his hand at hurling (see photo above), we watched an Irish dance contest, got to listen to the Columbus Police & Fire Pipe & Drum, watched the Gaelic Football National Championship and a Hurling Tournament. All in 90 degree heat and high humidity. It was okay in the shade, but you took a beating in the sun. Matt wanted to wear something festive for the occasion and pulled out a bike jersey that had a British flag design on it. I told him he might get beat up for wearing a British flag at the Irish festival. He wisely changed his mind.
As I write this, Matt is participating in another triathlon and I am getting ready to go to a library conference. Hopefully, this will be our last travel weekend until we head out for some races in September. We need the break, plus Matt has threatened me with a training schedule for a race I agreed to ride in next month. Pray that I do not fall off the bike.
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