This is kind of a hard day for me. This would have been my father's birthday. We lost him just over 5 years ago. We had seen him (and mom) very little for many years, largely due to the LONG distances involved. But we'd also never been close, he and I were very different people. Now I seem to be more like him every day. Ran into someone recently that I'd not seen at all for more than 30 years, he said I look and sound like dad to a remarkable extent. Perhaps. Dad was a better man than I'll ever be.
Dear Wife is next door "watching" the Beloved Great Niece. Mom and dad are both off to work, and it will be a long day for all of them. Wife's niece went down to part-time after having the baby (now 3-1/2) and every week has a different schedule. Every week: she gets her schedule late Sunday afternoon, even if she has to be on the job at 07:00 the next day, as was the case today. Niece's husband didn't have to be at work until 07:30, so Wife didn't have to go over (all the way across the back yard) until around 06:50. I'll walk a coffee over around 09:00, and Bobby usually comes home for lunch with daughter, and Wife comes home to eat as well, so she'll be here around 12:30 until around 12:55. And then back over until around 6:30 p.m. when both of them will start to roll in. Probably.
Last evening was weird. I truly don't understand a lot of human dynamics, family dynamics, or people in general. Never have. Calculus and thermodynamic and all that, I can handle. People, often not.
We got a phone call invitation to go over to wife's nephew's place for a family cookout/dinner thing. Hot dogs and fries provided, otherwise bring something sort of thing. Ok. Rain was predicted, so he pulled car out of garage and tables etc. were set up under roof. Nep and wife there, with their two kids. We were there. Thing was supposed to start at 6:00 -- we got there at 6:05. something about having to get someone to get their car out of our driveway so we could leave. Niece and child got there around 6:20, with the great niece having a screaming crying temper tantrum. Niece's husband arrived separately, around 6:40 -- he does auto repair on the side and had to get cleaned up after a job that took longer and got lots messier than anticipated. Wife's sister and husband called around 6:30. asking if it was still "on". They NEVER get ANYWHERE for ANY occasion on time, or even close. Ever. And, of course, in the interim, niece was slamming her mom and step-dad, nephew's wife was slamming her husband, all of them slamming some other (absent) people, kids screaming and moms screaming back. And nephew working on his car and on the motorcycle of one of those people who is only a friend when he wants something.
And this is supposed to be fun and bonding. Whatever. Sometimes, the life of a Trappist monk sounds awfully inviting. Too bad there are no Baptist monasteries.
I see on the news a bombing at a government facility in Brussels, Belgium, not terribly far from where the Islamic heathens of ISIS did their mass murder at the airport recently. But, of course, no motive can be found. Right.
The Old Testament reading this morning is Psalms 139, 140, and 141.
Psalm 139 is a personal favorite of mine. Long has been. Am not alone in that probably.
The reading from the New Testament today is verses 1-13 from 1st Corinthians 10.