Day’?s Verse:
When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, ‘A shower is coming,’ and so it turns out. And when you see a south wind blowing, you say ‘It will be a hot day,’ and it turns out that way. You hypocrites! You know how to analyze the appearance of the earth and the sky, but why do you not analyze this present time?
Luke 12:54-56

Riding my bike from the train station to work this morning, I was pulling up to a stop light when I noticed a car up ahead, stopped at that light, where the passenger had opened the door and was doing something. The light turned green before I had to slow down much, and the car had moved along by the time I drew near to where they had opened the door. I had moved on to thinking about other things when I looked down and, too late to swerve, saw the puddle of coffee that the passenger had dumped into the road. Needless to say I rode right through it, making that the first coffee-splatters my pants and bike have received. I felt rather peeved at those people for dumping their coffee there. Seriously, who does that?

I also got yelled at Monday morning, honked at Monday night, and honked at this morning. This morning’?s honking felt particularly unwarranted, because it was actually the guy in the other lane honking because the people in my lane had to move over to give me room. I, meanwhile, was caught between a car and a pothole — it was either swerve into the endless line of traffic on my left or ride straight through a foot-deep (I’?m not exaggerating), two-foot-wide nightmare pothole. I slammed on my brakes, glanced behind me for a gap, and swerved. Hence the cars moving over and the honking. AND this morning a semi truck pulling an empty car-transport trailer also got stuck behind me as we went around a curve and down this hill, a bad spot generally to pass me and particularly nasty for a semi. I hate semis on Route 85; the road is just too narrow for them and me. Oh, for a different route to ride! Or if only cars were banned from the roads…

On the bright side, I got lots of cookies yesterday:

6:05 — Milk & vitamin
8:45 – 9:10 — Oatmeal
9:30 — 1/2 a chocolate chip cookie
10:25 — String cheese
11:05 — 1/2 a chocolate chip cookie
12:15 — Banana
1:20 – 2:00 — Salad and orange
3:00 – 3:15 — Chocolate chip cookie
6:30 – 8:00 — PB&J; sandwich, orange, 2 chocolate chip cookies with Peanut Butter Cups in them, 1 Oreo bite, baby carrots, cheese, crackers

The extra cookies and extended eating time for dinner last night mark our Life Group, in which we played possibly one of the lamest games ever: Mad Gab. Oh man, an hour of Mad Gab and I wanted to run screaming from the room… or I would have, if the ride up the hill to church from work hadn’?t sapped all my energy.

3 thoughts on “Shout, Honk, Honk

  1. I always liked Mad Gab until we played it so much that we knew the cards already. Then it wasn’t nearly as fun. It’s been collecting dust in our basement for years.

  2. Can’t imagine why I’ve been craving cookies lately…lst night dad made dessert and asked what I wanted. “Fresh baked cookies!”
    We had mint chip ice cream.

  3. Small deck size, rather wierd phrases, odd premise, and general repetition and lack of creativity make that a very insipid and non-entertaining game.

    It’s probably better for children, who tend to gravitate to games with oddball premises.

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