Bad Dad Joke: "What's the difference between a Baker and a Podiatrist? One feels the heat, the other heals the feet." ~ copied

I have returned. Thanks for waiting. I am just back from my six month feet check by the podiatrist. Today is Wednesday, September 3, 2025, and, I do bid you a God blessed hello from my abode to yours, wherever that happens to be. My foot doctor is great. He gets right to the point. He checks for feeling and blood flow since I do have diabetic induced neuropathy in my feet. He has his tools all sterilized and ready to work on my toe nails. That would make him one expensive pedicurist. Right? Here's exactly what I told him. "Okay, here's the truth doc. I went ahead and messed up my own nails and they will be sore for a day or two, however, they don't hurt nearly as bad as when you mess them up." The always cheerful foot fellow then said, "I suppose I motivated you too well since I have no reason to mess up your nails today." Mission accomplished. Another good check-up. Yes. I am aware. Thanks for reminding me that as a diabetic this could change quickly. It could. I did have the conversation with him about chopping off toes, but, he felt very competent were that need to arise, therefore, I will save that little conversation for another day. Oh yeah. The gout goblin. I have experienced gout once in my right foot. Not a very enjoyable experience even if it was once thought to be the rich person's illness. (This identification dates back to the 5th Century BC with the philosopher Hippocrates where he called it the "arthritis of the rich" due to its link with an indulgent lifestyle of over-consumption.) We did talk about my experience with this painful ailment. I offered how I would very much like to avoid a repeat of those painful symptoms. He allowed how the two different medications I am now taking should help in avoiding it, however, once you have it, you can have it again. Don't you love medical forth and back dialogue. I get to say once again: I like my doctors and I so much appreciate all they have done for me in my time here in this earthly stay.

 

Speaking of feet. Last Sunday just after the second service ended at Mims Baptist in Conroe, several hundred of us made our way out towards the parking lot only to find it raining so hard it was difficult to see clearly. The water was standing in a lot of places because it was coming down so fast perhaps as much as ankle deep in some areas. Wow! I, having checked the weather report before leaving home, had one small umbrella. It's the kind of umbrella that makes you think it will keep you dry, but, there's a joke in the end since only some of you stays dry. I stood there for a few minutes. Dads are really impatient. Maybe they were thinking about some game coming up or they had their heart set on spending some quality time getting even better acquainted with their recliner. At any rate, rain or not, here they went! Dad takes off with the kids in tow. Dad is making a dash for the car. The kids? Much slower, they are doing an improvised version of hopscotch and trying to make the water go as high as possible as they splashed along their way. Those were the days. Right? Yes. You are correct. It did remind me of that remarkable scene in the movie 'Singing in the Rain' danced by one of the all time greats, Gene Kelly. He had a ball in that movie scene dancing in the rain and those kids were having a ball as well. The rest of us? Spending way too much time trying to plan out the best time to make a run for it and in so doing we didn't get in on the dancing. Maybe next time. Y'all. I am talking to you, sir or madam. Get out there and have yourself a God blessed day and may He add His blessings to it. Amen.