This is scary: You can tame a tiger, but you can’t tame a tongue—it’s never been done. The tongue runs wild, a wanton killer. With our tongues we bless God our Father; with the same tongues we curse the very men and women he made in his image. Curses and blessings out of the same mouth!
Tennis balls continue to appear on roadsides along my route. I continue to collect them.
I suspect, but cannot prove, that a Charles River employee stole my bike tool from the emergency kit on my bike. Although I didn’t notice the bag was unzipped until Saturday, I hadn’t ridden my bike on Friday and hadn’t touched the bike tool for several weeks—since putting another water-bottle holder on when we had a hot spell. Yet somehow the bag unzipped itself and the tool vanished. Conceivably I forgot to zip the bag up at some point and the tool just fell out on its on, although I would expect a fairly a big heavy piece of metal falling from my bike to catch my attention. In any case, I’m now looking at my coworkers with paranoid eyes, wondering, “Did you take it? Or was it you?” I park Davey in our apartment at night, but he stays in the stairwell of the card-access-only employee entrance all day during the working day, ripe for the pickin’, apparently.
Ian got his new tablet PC on Monday. He could hardly sit still all day, and kept counting down the hours until he could get home to play with the new baby. It’s small, but very shiny, and we named it Serenity. He’s only gotten to spend a couple hours on it so far, but with each new feature he discovers, he says “Wow! It does this, too!” And we marvel over how cool technology is. I think this new computer is orders of magnitude better than my current desktop at home.
Ian’s new bike is the Gary Fisher Nirvana. Rick at Spoke ‘n’ Wheel successfully placed the order Monday morning. When she found out, Allison at Landry’s Bicycles told me, “We can still be friends.” Very magnanimous. I’ve spent enough money on bike maintenance at Landry’s to buy a whole new bike.
Mario Kart for the Wii looks pretty. I have yet to try it out, but I saw Ian give it a whirl the other night. We need a darker day to use the projector.
Every fourth Tuesday of the month, Ian and I lead our life group. This Tuesday I had to foist most of the leadership responsibilities on Ian, because it covered a book we’re reading called I Became a Christian and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt. I’d say that all we got was this lousy book—I have nothing nice to say about this book. OK, one nice thing: He has some good points, even if they aren’t at all new. I won’t get into why I dislike it, but suffice it to say that life group meetings based on discussing the book involve me sitting silently, mouth firmly shut, telling myself, “Other people find this meaningful. Don’t say anything nasty to ruin it for them.” It’s a good exercise in self-restraint (refer to Today’s Verse).
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