Last Saturday in May. Might, perhaps, get all the way up to 73° today. Might. Might not, also.
Resting up after an arduous task. Painting Dear Wife's toenails. Well, not done yet, actually. I did a clear coat. Then a color coat (red) which is opaque. After it dries, I'm supposed to do something vaguely artistic with translucent top coats of some sort, and then -- after THEY dry -- another clear coat.
I frankly do not understand it, and probably never will. I am certain that my mother never painted her toenails. Or fingernails either, as best that I can recall. I don't recall sister doing so either, but we've not lived in the same house since around 1971 or so, and my memory might be off. I've worked with any number of women, but don't recall ever seeing their "naked" feet: in my field of work, we tended to wear closed-toe shoes at the very least, steel-toed ones quite often, and you kept your shoes on all day long, and socks too. No slip-ons that I can recall, perhaps a receptionist or department admin, but don't recall that either. And, no, I never once had "intimate" arrangements with any co-workers. Ever. So if the females painted their toes (and, yes, most did paint their fingernails) I am blissfully unaware of it.
(now, that does not include the several years that I spent managing a small group of karate dojos. Yes, we had bare feet, but when someone is trying to kick your head off, admiring her toenails is not uppermost in mind).
But Wife thinks it's a big deal, and we can't afford to take her to a professional manicure/pedicure shop. And, while she can, generally, do her own fingernails, she can't do her toenails at all. Can see the toes, but that's it. Just more "fun". And more time spent together, something that quite often we didn't have until our move.
Now, niece's husband, next door, paints the toes of their 4-year-old. They think it's Great Stuff. I didn't do that for our girls growing up. Perhaps I should have.
This is the weekend that culminates Monday with Memorial Day. It's a solemn time, or should be.
I am not a fan of war and violence, no matter what the justification. Raised as I was, in a faith that completely rejects war and violence for ANY reason. I'm not in agreement to that extent, but admit to skepticism when I hear calls for war. It may be necessary, as any number of distasteful things are, but that is not to cheer it. And in this country at least, it's frequently been the "progressives" who got us into wars. Best example of that is World War 1, which Woodrow Wilson, my nominee for worst President ever (up to Obama at least) schemed and plotted to get us into. Leading to issues that devil the world to this day.
Having said that, we who live owe a great debt of thanks to those who gave "their last full measure of devotion", as Lincoln put it. I have known those who later died in the service of the nation, some on the battlefield, some later on as a result of wounds suffered in battle. And I know quite a few, scattered around the country, who still live but bear the wounds and injuries and lingering effects of battle. We owe a great debt of thanks to those as well.
Today's passage in the Old Testament is chapters 20, 21, and 22 of 1st Chronicles.
I invite those who believe that the Lord never allows war, to read this and many other passages.
By the way, see verse 2 just below? The passing mention of a crown that weighed "a talent of gold"? Do you know how much a talent of gold weighed? The precise weight is argued, but some scholars guess it to have been around 75 pounds! That's a lot of gold! Somehow, I doubt it was constantly worn. Displayed, perhaps. Worn???
I Chronicles 21
I Chronicles 22
The New Testament passage today is verses 22-42 of chapter 10 in the Gospel of John.
Again, this is Jesus in Jerusalem, during the time of the Feast of Tabernacles, called Sukkot, and transliterated several ways. In Hebrew, סֻכּוֹת . I suspect that those He enraged during that time, maintained that later on when He returned for Passover.