It is fitting that Resurrection Sunday falls on April Fool's Day this year, and this is why:
"There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
nothing to attract us to him.
He was despised and rejected--
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care."
"Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the praetorium, and they gathered the whole battalion before him. And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe upon him, and plaiting a crown of thorns they put it on his head, and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him they mocked him, saying, 'Hail, King of the Jews!' And they spat upon him, and took the reed and struck him on the head. And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe, and put his own clothes on him, and led him away to crucify him."
"I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud. Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, 'My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.' So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
"Since God in his wisdom saw to it that the world would never know him through human wisdom, he has used our foolish preaching to save those who believe. It is foolish to the Jews, who ask for signs from heaven. And it is foolish to the Greeks, who seek human wisdom. So when we preach that Christ was crucified, the Jews are offended and the Gentiles say it’s all nonsense. But to those called by God to salvation, both Jews and Gentiles, Christ is the power of God and the wisdom of God. This foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans, and God’s weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength."
On top of everything else, this coincidence of days just confirms that the Ancient of Days has a trenchant sense of humor.
--when, fulfilling the Scriptures, Jesus entered Jerusalem riding on a young donkey to the wild adulation of the people. This actually took place on the Monday before Passover, the day on which Jewish families chose the lamb that would be sacrificed on Friday.
So Jesus presented himself as the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world and no one on earth besides himself knew that in four days his purpose would culminate in his death by torture.
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New dog in the house:
He's part Boston Terrier, part Chihuahua, and a sweeter guy you will never meet--doesn't bark, doesn't bite, likes to eat and socialize. (Sounds like a dating site, what?) Since we still have Dog and AntiDog, I'm not sure why we needed another, but here he is.
These radish seedlings will go outside in the beds some time in late March. And we'll have nice salad fixings if Dog doesn't graze on them first. :/
Here's the setup for seedlings in a long, narrow laundry room:
So the inevitable happens: a dwarf hamster LEGO maze:
Somehow I don't think LEGO sells a kit for this.
Unimpressive, to be honest. The frost on the newly mowed pasture behind us is pretty, and the ditch puddles are frozen, but that's about the extent of Old Man Winter's icy grip here, y'all. We'll see 80 degrees in February and March, along with budding trees and blooming flowers--
--before it snows in April. :/
For anyone who might be unaccountably interested in my ditch project, here's a midwinter update. As you can see, everything is dead (except Dog).
This is not necessarily fatal, as many of these plants (and certainly the crabgrass) will come back in the spring. Also, the crayfish and frogs are just biding their time underground.
The makeshift boardwalk on the east (downstream) end of the ditch helps me get to the fruit trees in back without soaking my shoes. Someday I'd like to have a real footbridge here. We'll see.
After spending $70 on two modest-sized rosemary bushes, I happened upon the information that rosemary is ridiculously easy to propagate. According to my sources, you just cut a spike from a healthy plant, strip the lower leaves, and put it in water in a sunny window. A month later, you're supposed to see roots forming.
So I tried it. Below are the cuttings I put in a southwest window exactly three weeks ago. Yes, they're in cut-off water bottles, sitting on a shoebox. Nobody can accuse me of scrimping on supplies. And yes, they're in tap water.
So today I checked them, and what do I see? Roots, baby. This (on the left) is the one most progressed; another cutting has one quarter-inch root. Am waiting on the other two slackers.
Many other plants can be propagated as well, especially herbs. On the right is a coleus cutting that I just stuck in potting soil about two months ago and kept well watered. It will be much more colorful when it gets out into the sun as well.
"Give her a shot," they said.
To be fair, she does have a bark that shatters windows, which she deploys whenever she sees me wearing something different or carrying something strange, like a box. Also, whenever she hears anything that sounds like someone knocking, opening a door, or walking across the room at 5:00 AM, she barks.
So there's that.
My first book, Chataine's Guardian, was published in 1984: the beginning of one wild ride.