Yoick That In There

Day’s Verse:
And so I insist—and God backs me up on this—that there be no going along with the crowd, the empty-headed, mindless crowd. They’ve refused for so long to deal with God that they’ve lost touch not only with God but with reality itself. They can’t think straight anymore.
Ephesians 4:17-18

We ordered a washer and dryer. Due to some incredibly irritating quirks of our laundry room*, we could not be sure a front-loading washer and dryer would fit and work in the room. I am sad about this because I had my heart set on super-high efficiency front-loading machines. Instead we bought a Whirlpool Cabrio 7300 (and matching dryer), which was Consumer Report’s overall highest-rated top-loading washer. Also, salesmen at 3 different appliance stores directed us to this washer after hearing about our laundry room layout — and, seeing as none of them gave us any other consistent advice, that’s really astonishing. My biggest regret is the place we bought it, which shall remain unnamed. The salesman could have come straight off a used car lot, and after the fact I felt manipulated by his sneaky high-pressure salesman tactics. However, I don’t think we got fleeced, and we’ll soon have a way of washing our clothes at our own home, so I’m going to accept our choice and not agonize about it anymore. Continue Reading >>

Vansulation and General Home Improvement

Day’s Verse:
Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.
Ephesians 5:15-16

Yesterday I had the distinctly interesting experience of hoisting myself up from a slightly-too-short ladder into our attic space, where I measured the total area — not overly difficult, as it’s a perfect rectangle. Here’s the intermediate result of this measuring:

Vansulation Front View

Vansulation Back View

We fit 6 bales of UltraTouch R30* insulation in the Fergusons’ minivan (which we’re taking care of while they’re in Europe for 5 weeks). If our calculations are correct, we need another 13 bales to insulate the entire attic to today’s building code. Continue Reading >>

Commute Conversations

Day’s Verse:
Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.
Ephesians 4:2

One thing about commuting by bike: You can have conversations with your fellow commuters. In a car, communication consists of turn signals, honking, and maybe gesturing. I, on the other hand, rarely have a week go by without having cordial conversations with other bicyclists. Every week or two, I’ll encounter somebody and we really hit it off, and end up riding for anywhere from 3 to 10 miles together. It’s fun and community-building, and it’s something that keeps me coming back to bicycling day after day. Continue Reading >>

More Reasons I Love Bike Commuting

Day’s Verse:
It wasn’t so long ago that you were mired in that old stagnant life of sin. You let the world, which doesn’t know the first thing about living, tell you how to live. You filled your lungs with polluted unbelief, and then exhaled disobedience. We all did it, all of us doing what we felt like doing, when we felt like doing it, all of us in the same boat. It’s a wonder God didn’t lose his temper and do away with the whole lot of us. Instead, immense in mercy and with an incredible love, he embraced us. He took our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ. He did all this on his own, with no help from us! Then he picked us up and set us down in highest heaven in company with Jesus, our Messiah.
Ephesians 2:1-6 Continue Reading >>

String, or Nothing

Day’s Verse:
Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don’t be impressed with yourself. Don’t compare yourself with others. Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life.
Galatians 6:4-5

This is going to be a boring post.

That said, here goes.

What a weekend. On Saturday morning, I made a list of everything I wanted to achieve by Sunday evening. We completed 23 of the 25 items (the algae in my shower got a reprieve, but not for long) by the time Ian’s grandparents showed up at 5:30 pm on Sunday for dinner. It was great having them over. I’m really enjoying entertaining people in our home. Continue Reading >>

Reflectivity

Day’s Verse:
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23

Yesterday Deborah and I went to Seattle Fabrics. I wanted to find some reflective ribbon to dangle off the back of my helmet. In the past, I’ve used fairly expensive iron-on reflective strips on a pretty thick, heavy strap. That didn’t work that well — it was awfully heavy — so I switched to a lightweight, light-colored floating silk ribbon. That is fine, but doesn’t have the reflective bits. Reflective ribbon hasn’t been exactly an easy thing to find. Continue Reading >>

What I Saw and Didn’t See

Day’s Verse:
You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
Galatians 3:26-28

This Porch is Comfy!
I think Carmel likes laying on the step because it gives her something to lean against and it’s just the right height to perch her head on.

Riding home on the Burke this evening, I saw three astonishing things.

I heard, but didn’t see a car crash on Montlake Blvd. There was a shout — and then the distinct crunching noise of a bumper meeting another bumper. I didn’t turn to see this particular event, being distracted at the time by #2. A shirtless, well-muscled guy pushing a grill up the trail from Pend Orielle Road. Not just a little grill, either. This was a full-sized, man’s dream grill, and he was moving it along at a good clip. The guy I was riding with, Mark, and I commented to each other, “You never know what you’ll see on the trail!” I wondered what grill-man said when he passed people — “Burgers on your left”? A fistfight. Seriously. Here’s what I saw happen. Mark and I are riding along behind a couple of slightly faster cyclists just past 40th Ave NE. Then one of the faster riders moves over onto the graveled pedestrian path that parallels the paved path at that point. The next thing I know, the guy on the gravel path (Cyclist A) has stopped and is standing there, shouting. The other guy, Cyclist B, slams on his brakes and skids to a halt perpendicular to the trail, which brings me and Mark to quick stops. Cyclist B picks up his bike off the trail and heaves it into the bushes — and hurls himself at Cyclist A. Or maybe A rushed him. I didn’t see clearly. The next thing I know, they’re literally punching each other in the face, yelling, calling one another filthy names; then they’re on the ground, rolling around in the gravel, pummeling each other, gouging eyes, all-round attacking each other. Mark and a couple other guy bicyclists hurl themselves into the fray and pull the two fighters apart, with no small difficulty. The guys continue yelling at each other until Mark’s repeated shouting “Break it up! This isn’t worth it!” penetrates their skulls. Cyclist B says, “Let me just ask you one question,” but Mark says, “No. Just keep riding or I’ll call the cops.” One of the cyclists says, “This is a free trail!” and Mark overrides their protests, very firmly repeating, “Keep riding or I’ll call the cops” a couple more times. Cyclist A and B exchange parting insults (“Put some ice on that, b*tch!” “See if you can catch me, old man!”); Cyclist B rides off and we take off after him.

The kicker: They were fighting about Cyclist B’s riding through stop signs and Cyclist A’s chastising him for it. They yelled “Red means stop!” and “I stopped at every f*ing stop sign!” “You did not!” etc. Both were well over 30 years old. Continue Reading >>