I saw two news stories that described the synagogue shooting in San Diego as taking place "on the last day of Passover." The editors are clearly not Jewish nor knowledgeable on Biblical content. Passover is one day. The following seven days comprise the "Feast of Unleavened Bread."

We had hoped to be rid of the Blazer by now but things didn't work out like we'd hoped. So instead, I'll get two tires put on it Tuesday. There are serious cracks in the sidewall of the two drivers side tires, one deep enough that I'm surprised it's not leaking air.
I hate spending money on anything for that beast, including pricey tires, when we want to sell it soon. But it's not safe with those tires so we've got to bite the bullet.

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I didn't get home last night until 10 p.m.. Walked in the door, talked with Pam for about 3 minutes and went right to bed, exhausted. Barely acknowledged Buddy, who didn't seem to take it personally.
So from the time I left our driveway until the time I pulled back in it was a total of six and a half hours for the OSP gig. It doesn't normally take that long but getting in through security and then getting out through more security took much longer than usual.

Bought those two tires for the Blazer on my way in to the office this morning. And then turned around to go get the laptop I left at home. Grrr.

Ray is 7' tall and attends UFC. He grew up in Alaska, played basketball for the Univ. of Oregon, and recently started up his own tree service.
He's taking down this cedar tree a couple of blocks from our offices.
I'm impressed.
You can't see him in this pic but he's riding the ball at the end of the crane's cable up to the top of the tree so he can continue to take limbs off one at a time. He's huge but moves with easy and confidence as he climbs through that tree with a huge chainsaw hanging from his belt.

I just got home from the dermatologist. The nurse who was supposed to take out the staples looked at and said, "Oh my. OK, I'm going to get the dr."
Not what you want to hear.
She came back with him and he said she could go ahead and take out the staples...and then he did it. (ouch)
He said that most people do better with staples than stitches, "But apparently you don't." So as it turns out the site pain I've had for the last two weeks wasn't normal and the end result is a nasty looking and feeling wound. He said it should start to feel better soon but I'm not supposed to do anything for the next week that would put stress on that incision. That pretty much means I can't reach out with my right arm, as in use a shovel, a hay rake, or.... Basically, most of what I do here.
He said the bleeding should stop in a day or two and then I just leave the steri-strips (??) on until they fall off.
After he took the staples out he said, "It looks better already. Honest!"
I got the sense he was trying a little too hard to convince me.

The problem: how does someone know what's normal? The worst, IMO, is to go into the dr. and whine, "This hurts" to have him say to suck it up and deal with it. The opposite is to go back for staple removal and have them say, "Oh, this isn't right."
I guess I'd rather the latter than the former.

OK, time to walk Buddy, feed the goats, and head off to small group. Bjorklands won't be there because she's now officially overdue with their second. And Roundys won't be there because he leaves tomorrow for Chicago where he'll spend all day Saturday in oral exams hoping to earn board certification as a neurosurgeon. But even without those two couples we'll have fun and a good discussion about yesterday's sermon.