So I was at a workshop yesterday, me and my broken foot perched on a stool, and I needed more supplies. I said to the women sitting next to me. “You know, I was going to ask where the extra pieces are, but I realized I don’t care where they are, I just want someone to hand it to me.”
And they were fabulous, fetching anything I needed all afternoon.
And this morning I was at church, and when it came time for communion, I realized there was no way my crutches and I were going to fit between the pews. I go to the early service, which is more sparsely attended, so I had to lean into the aisle to get the attention of the closest woman. “Um, I’m not going to be able to make it there.” So she kindly sent the women with the bread and the ‘let’s call it they symbolic blood of Christ, because it certainly isn’t wine, and calling it grape juice loses a bit of the majesty of the ceremony‘. I’ve never had pew service before.
Strangers at my beck and call, catering to my needs. It’s like I’m queen. But without the fancy hat. Except for the broken foot and the pain and the ugly ‘shoe’ and the crutches, I could get used to this.
Ooh – never had an update before. Feel so official.
Turns out sceptres were in fact used for hitting.
Okay, originally they were staffs or walking sticks. But they were also used as “a weapon of defence and assault.” And then evolved into a status symbol of royalty.
Defence and assault? Totally wacking sticks. Jewel embellished wacking sticks, yes, but still wacking sticks.