Damn you Sheila!
It seems every year, right around St. Patrick’s Day, we have one last blast (well we can hope its the last anyway) of winter. This year is no exception with a snowfall warning for tonight. Growing up, and likely still, people called this storm Sheila’s Brush.
I’m sure there are many variations on the legend of Sheila, but the one that stuck with me is that she was Paddy’s wife, and tired of his drunken partying on his namesake day, gets her brush and cleans up after him, stirring up a storm of bad weather for those mere mortals like us.
In any event, after all these years I wish the two of them would learn to get along, I’m sick of winter already! Stay warm everyone, and if necessary, make like Paddy and have a sip of Bushmills :).
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Damn you Sheila!
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