Rusty Nails

I haven't recovered GuruNet yet so I can't create one single link. Reading the last chapter of Louise Erdrich's "Last Report of the Miracles at Little No Horse," it appears that the stigmata of Sister Leopolda was made from her use of her rosary of barbed wire. Her miraculous fasting was from the resulting lockjaw. What are we to make of that? Maybe we should let a miracle go on its face value.

I hadn't thought of rusty nails for a long time. He Who Must Be Obeyed and I had a reflective visit over them on our way home from Wyoming, after finishing the book, (thank the Lord.) He and I have both been victims of stepping on rusty nails in our childhood. Old barn boards have a way of turning their bad side to the under side of little children's feet. Once or twice so victimized and a kid learns to look where they are walking, not only for rattle snakes but for this second childhood affliction of the '30's and '40's, rusty nails. The conclusion was this: because of OSHA kids probably don't step on rusty nails in this day and age.

It is good to be home...very good. After downloading the two cameras photographs of our Wyoming wedding adventure our attention has turned back to the mundane tasks of house, car, and pool maintenance. Scrubbing down the pool was more pleasant than thinking about clearing out the clutter for the carpet cleaners that will be coming in on Tuesday. I am going to put more photos on my link to Flickr of the new bride and groom today.