It would appear that the earlier post for today went into The Great Beyond. No loss, probably. If there is such a thing as a bloggers trophy, people like Michelle Malkin (whose posting I greatly admire and recommend) would be far more likely to receive it than I. Deservedly, as well.
Middle of the week. Temperature is up over 40 degrees right now, so the ice and snow accumulations are melting. Not fully gone yet, of course, at least right here. Two miles away may differ in either direction. And there are flood warnings for the river valley of the navigable waterway that I can see from the front drive. We're up high on the valley banks, so it would take something on the order of Noah's ordeal to reach us, and that is unlikely.
Wife needed some things, so I gathered our few kopecks and lira and headed off to the Big Box store. "Enjoying" the opportunity to sit at virtually EVERY traffic signal on both legs of the trip. They seem to have deliberately arranged this abomination. Just as well those responsible are anonymous. I find it hard to wish the louts well. Seems to be a regional thing: the states (we live on a state line), counties, towns, and such, seem to be in a contest as how best to inconvenience motorists. Feeling their power? I don't know. Seems possible.
So I picked up a VERY few things. Got home, having completed the list, only to be asked "did you remember to pick up my prescription?". No, hadn't been informed of such -- pharmacy had sent a "it's ready" message to her, but not to me, and my ESP powers don't stretch that far. So, apparently, I "get" to go back tomorrow. The payment has already been made, so that's some comfort.
So another opportunity to go out and about. Not a bad thing in itself: for more than 40 years, I spent far, far more time away from home than at home. Long, LONG work hours, plus long commutes, plus things like college courses, professional association meetings, deacons meetings, the "on call" stuff, and the like, made me not much of a home body. That was one thing when I was single, but we're in our 29th year of marriage, and for far too much of that, the various unavoidable responsibilities and loud demands, kept me away from home and family far too often and far too much. Now, it feels strange to be home most of the time. And, in this area at this time of year, going outside very much is a recipe for frozen ears and toes, and pneumonia. I'm not a TV person, never have been. So reading is ok, and some Internet stuff. Video games pretty much bore me. So, going to the store is OK, I guess.
Guess I'll go tomorrow: they had called the house Monday to say that one of her other meds was en route, and would be available tomorrow after, say, 3 or 4 p.m. So I'll head out for that. It will be one of the few days with the temperature much above freezing that we'll see for a while, though the projected highs over the next week do get above that point, but the lows are well below, and snow and rain (which will transition into ice) during that time. I can drive in snow, NOTHING handles ice very well. At least the 10-day forecast doesn't show any of the long stretches of sub-zero temperatures that I recall from 40 years ago.
All the political stuff, the name-calling, accusations of this and that, shouts and wails and all of it, did not end on election day, unfortunately. The presidential inaguration is nine days away, which would, one hopes, create some period of relative comity. Should. Will it? Ever tell an enraged 2-year-old to sit down and behave? Quite a few on the losing side in the recent cycle remind me of that. The two-year--old perhaps has the excuse of that age, but those doing most of the shouting don't have that excuse. I know some of them: some of them are former co-workers, old friends (or acquaintances at least) from the era when we were all in elementary school (or before). Not used to being told "NO!", and not handling it very well.
And wars, rumors of war, fightings, famines, pestilences, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, snow storms, and droughts. Remember the Chinese curse: "may you live in interesting times". Seems to be playing out.
The Old Testament passage for today is chapters 27 and 28 of the Genesis.
Isaac and Esau and Jacob. Some of the bad results of plural marriages and the fights between the offspring. I've seen similar, even in our day. No, in America at least,one may not legally have more than one wife (or husband) at a time. But I have regular dealings with some of those who share one father, but the mothers are different. Sometimes, that comes from sleeping around. Sometimes, and I'm thinking of one, where he was married, and had three kids. But he also had a "relationship" (only one, to my knowledge) and had two by her. Which fact was not revealed until his wife died. He remarried, to his mistress, and then the truth came out. A whole lot of hurt there, and it won't heal any time soon. Well, what went on with Isaac and his two wives and the sons the resulted, is worse.
by the way, that location here named "Bethel" is thought to be the same place now called "Beitin" in Israel, on that "West Bank" area that the Moslems claim that jews never were. A lie, of course.
The New Testament reading is verses 18-38 from the 9th chapter in the Gospel of Matthew.