Avoid godless chatter, because those who indulge in it will become more and more ungodly. Their teaching will spread like gangrene.
2 Timothy 2:16-17
I don’t have any good pictures from yesterday, but I worked quite hard all day.
Now that I’ve written this post, I realize it’s a list of what I did. Kind of boring. But yesterday was a day of getting things done, and I honestly didn’t think too much. Well, I heard a spot on NPR — between all the pledge pleas — from philosopher Peter Singer talking about how people in wealthy countries should give more of their income away. He likened it to seeing a child fall into a pond and saying “But I have my expensive shoes on!” Of course any decent person would say, “Shoes be darned, a child’s life is worth more than shoes!” and rescue the kid. He alleges that children are “falling into a pond” every day — starving to death, drinking dirty water, dying of treatable diseases — and we are essentially standing at the side of the pond wringing our hands and tossing little floaty toys (the kind that says “Not to be used as a flotation device” all over) in for the kid to grab. Singer created a website where you can enter your income and it tells you the amount he thinks you should morally donate to help children in 3rd World countries. It’s a percentage of income, and tends to look like an awfully big percentage to most folks. In general I haven’t bought most of Singer’s philosophies, but in this particular one, Jesus’ actions clearly indicate that Christians should be taking the kind of sacrificial stand that Singer is advocating.
Now, for those bizarrely interested in my life’s details, the list.
In the morning I did some Craigslist hunting for a side table to replace our large, flimsy cardboard box, and I posted some of our stuff on Craigslist. I also did research into getting a dog, which is something Ian and I have been debating (not if, but when) for a while. Then I worked out (my goal: Every day I don’t bike, I do some upper-body type stuff), vacuumed some of the house, scrubbed our master bathroom, and went off to do some driving errands. I stopped at the library, the bike shop to pick up my repaired bike, the Bike Alliance to pick up some food I accidentally left there on Monday (the bananas weren’t getting any fresher), dropped my bike off at another bike shop for a pro tune-up, and finally the bank to drop off Bike Shop 1’s reimbursement check.
At home again I checked the time, scarfed some lunch, and then zipped outside to mow as much of the yard as I could. I got through the entire front yard 2x over before I had to get my red bike ready for a jaunt into downtown Kirkland. I met my friend Misty from church there. We perused the farmer’s market offerings (I bought and immediately consumed a pint of raspberries; they tasted OK, but not nearly as sweet as the in-season ones were) and enjoyed some fresh-scooped Ben & Jerry’s.
When I got home, I tackled the back
jungle yard and got through one mowing when Ian called. It was 6:00 and he was still at work: Could I please come pick him up? Of course. So I left the yard unraked and rescued my dear husband, who helped me finish up the back yard when we got home. Just in time, too — the sun had set and we couldn’t see the yard so well, but I wanted to get ‘er done before it starts raining.
After a dinner of old stew and biscuits (Deborah: even just adding salt helps), we began the puzzle of how to move our bed. This was interesting because we had the bed frame, the mattress, the box spring, two bedside tables, and one large and heavy dresser, all of which required relocating. It reminded us of that game Cathedral. Fortunately, we had enough spatial intelligence that between the two of us, we got everything moved without any injuries. I also vacuumed up an astonishing number of dust bunnies. One of our down blankets has a good-sized hole in it (we accidentally vacuumed it up years ago), and it keeps leaking feather bits whenever we move it. I find them everywhere in our bedroom.
At that point, I was really ready for a rest. Before bed, though, I got an email from one of the students Ellen and I taught in our September bike education class. This student works for Cascade Bicycle Club, and she wrote a blog post called “Fear, be gone!” for Cascade about her experience. I’m so glad to hear that our class helped her feel empowered and more confident riding. I remember when I first heard those crash statistics and the amazing impact it had on me in terms of building confidence. Very cool.
Today I have a couple projects to tackle, but nothing quite as energetic (thankfully!) as yesterday.