Are we beginning to commend ourselves again? Or do we need, like some people, letters of recommendation to you or from you? You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody.
2 Cor 3:1-2
The hypothetical brownies I mentioned in my previous post–which, incidentally, took no harm from having expired baking powder in them–have vanished. Last night the container somehow just had dried-out brownie crumbs and a few chocolate chip bits left by the end of the evening.
Yesterday evening I washed my bike clothes by hand in the kitchen sink. After some discussion, I decided to try using our regular laundry detergent in the water, and if it proved too caustic, I would find something else for next time. Gingerly I dunked my first jersey, a neon-green lightweight one that kept me from sweating to death all summer, and started swishing it around in the water. The detergent seemed fine, but the water slowly turned this horrible gray color that made me shudder to think I had worn the jersey for three days in a row with all that filth on it. I plunged and scrubbed, plunged and scrubbed, and eventually rinsed, rinsed, and rinsed.
When the jersey seemed pretty clean and rinsed, I wrung it out as thoroughly as I could and hung it to dry. Then I washed the next jersey (same gross color of water!), followed by both pairs of bike shorts. Through it all, the water continued to turn a yucky gray color, the detergent was gentle on my hands, and I actually enjoyed myself. I found rinsing the clothes thoroughly the most difficult, followed by trying to squeeze as much water out of the clothes as possible. Turns out bike shorts in particular, with all their butt-padding, absorb amazing volumes of water that refuse to wring out. I left them hanging over night and hoped for the best.
The best I got was fairly damp shorts and a mostly-dry jersey. Fortunately (or unfortunately), this morning was a fairly warm, misty-humid morning, so after five minutes I stopped noticing the dampness of washing. Dampness from the air, dampness from washing, and dampness from sweating all blended in after a while. But I deem the hand-washing a complete success, and intend to continue that for my bike clothes from now on.