Stinky vs. REALLY Stinky

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Day’?s Verse:
But you, dear friends, build yourselves up in your most holy faith and pray in the Holy Spirit. Keep yourselves in God’s love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life.
Jude 1:20-21
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The women’s bathroom here receives a remarkable amount of traffic. At least 100 women trek through there, presumably a couple times a day, every day. Naturally, some of these bathroom visits will involve some stinkiness. To combat this issue, the cleaning people mounted an air-freshener, meadow-fresh flavor, to mask the smell of poop. In addition, an apple-and-cinnamon flavored spray can is available for backup, in case the smell becomes overwhelmingly awful. Continue Reading >>

Gah!

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Day’?s Verse:
Friend, don’t go along with evil. Model the good. The person who does good does God’s work. The person who does evil falsifies God, doesn’t know the first thing about God.
3 John 1:11
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I have HAD IT with snow.

That is all.

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KF quality

Exactly WHAT?

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Day’?s Verse:
I can’?t tell you how happy I am to learn that many members of your congregation are diligent in living out the Truth, exactly as commanded by the Father. But permit me a reminder, friends, and this is not a new commandment but simply a repetition of our original and basic charter: that we love each other. Love means following his commandments, and his unifying commandment is that you conduct your lives in love. This is the first thing you heard, and nothing has changed.
2 John 1:4-6
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Clothing Items Not to Forget

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Day’?s Verse:
Every God-begotten person conquers the world’s ways. The conquering power that brings the world to its knees is our faith. The person who wins out over the world’s ways is simply the one who believes Jesus is the Son of God.
1 John 5:4-5
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Normally I remember to pack my entire set of clothes every morning. I tote a shirt, pants, socks, and all necessary undergarments with me on my commute since my bike outfit does not duplicate any of those items. Even if it did, I wouldn’t want to wear sweaty bike clothes all day. Generally I check carefully before leaving the house, so as not to find myself missing some crucial bit of clothing. Continue Reading >>

We Lived Our Lives in Fear

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My spill on Saturday didn’t hurt me physically really at all. But what I didn’t realize was that my confidence about riding in icy conditions shattered when I hit that pavement. Fortunately for me, temperatures on Monday soared into the mid-50s, so I rode with confidence. Tuesday and today, though, have dipped ever lower into the sub-freezing zone, so this morning I rode in 19-degree weather. Although the sun shone and only a few gusts marred my commute, I still crept along at a snail’s pace, seeking out dry and clean pavement even if it meant riding far to the right. I didn’t trust myself to ride even on what looked like water, since the ice I slipped on this weekend looked like a big patch of wet road. Continue Reading >>

I Guess Ice Biking is Not For Me

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Day’?s Verse:
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; His love endures forever.
1 Chronicles 16:34
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Ice skating with Davey’s slicks for skates does not work.

Cracked Helmet

Riding from Marlborough to Fitchburg on Route 117, I suddenly found myself not pedaling but sliding on my right side down the road, sliding a prodigious distance across a patch of ice masquerading as wet water. Because God is gracious, the driver behind me was following slowly and with lots of room, so he was able to stop. He and a bunch of strangers immediately rushed to my aid, forcing me to stay not move, wrapping me in blankets, and calling 911. People kept talking to me, asking if I was still awake, asking my name, asking the date and who the President was. I started feeling very cold as I lay there on the ice, even wrapped in blankets and jackets. After what felt like an age, an ambulance came and they wrapped my neck in a brace, lifted me up onto a stretcher using this interesting plastic contraption that slid under me on the ground. They asked a bunch of questions too, about my name, age, who I wanted to contact, what hurt, what hospital I wanted to go to. Finally we got to the Clinton Hospital*, where they wrapped me in blankets — I was shivering violently from the prolonged laying on ice combined with my sweat cooling and evaporating — and eventually took me for X-rays to check my neck. They determined my neck was fine, released me from the uncomfortable brace, and sent Ian in to see me. We waited a little while, and a very nice doctor came by, moved my arms and legs, and told me I was lucky. Nothing broken. He prescribed Tylenol for swelling and ice for bruises and sent me and Ian on our way. We stopped at the Lancaster Police Department to retrieve my bike. Finally I got home, my head still dizzy and painful from whacking the ground so hard. I took a hot bath and went to bed. Continue Reading >>

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All sorts of exciting things have happened to me while cycling lately. Last week, a gigantic salting truck (if you aren’?t familiar with salt trucks, you can see a picture here; you have to scroll down) passed me. Normally this only rates as a mildly hair-raising experience, since the drivers of such trucks tend to give me plenty of room, often moving into the other if they can, when passing me. Also, trucks carrying salt usually stop salting as they pass me or they make sure to pass with enough space that I don’?t get caught in the salt spray as they pass. Continue Reading >>