Having two kids who don’t like chocolate usually means Halloween is a sweet deal for me. Until this year. Neither Andrew nor Audrey went out for candy, and Cathy and I stayed home and handed it out for the first time in a long time. Negative candy flow.
Testament to the incredible wife of 20 years of mine is that fact that I NEVER heard a word of complaint from her about our broken oven over the last two months of its demise. Granted, the “Food:EatOut” category in Quicken got a bit more of a workout in the mean time, but today we finally resolved the situation.
After pulling the oven out, cleaning up the nastiness that grew under it over the years, and locating what we thought was the most likely broken part we called an appliance repair service. With the price of what we would likely pay to have our old oven fixed we set out to see what “new” cost. Within an hour we had found a NEW unit within $25 of the repair cost. No brainer.
You won’t be seeing this oven in use anywhere on the Food Network, but it will cook Hertzler food just fine.
One of the projects I was involved with in Budapest was the development of an anime movie on the life of Jesus. The project didn’t get top priority, but it’s making progress forward now. This is one of the pilots about the Gadarene demoniac.
This is the team of men leading Campus Crusade for Christ’s outreach on the Internet in Eastern European languages. They help publish websites about who God is and what it might be like to know him – in languages spoken by over 200 million people. They all lead teams of volunteer email mentors who answer visitors that write in from their sites. Sometimes they have the privilege of meeting personally with these visitors, and other times they build a relationship across many time zones to places they could never go otherwise.
Pray that God continues to accomplish his purposes through them.
After my first unsuccessful attempt at getting the brakes on my 1986 Yamaha XJ700 Maxim motorcycle working a few weeks ago, I did more research and found out that Yamaha never intended for their brake lines (rubber hoses surrounded by steel spring guards) to be in use longer than 4 years. It had been 22 years on my bike, and since brakes are the biggest safety element on a motorcycle, it seemed wise to finally replace them.
While I was at it, I decided to rebuild the master cylinder, too. It wasn’t as bad as I feared it would be. Along with the replacement parts I bought a special set of ‘circlip’ pliers that made the job possible. Amateur Mechanic Lesson 1: get the right tools.
My friend, Dave B, helped me install these a week ago. It wasn’t too difficult, but making the new lines actually fit was a bit of a brain puzzler (as was the master cylinder job). Stainless steel brake lines don’t twist at all, so you have to figure out which position allows them to connect smoothly at the fittings.
Now I have a whole new lexicon of motorcycle brake terms, and I learned how to operate a brake bleeding pump and a torque wrench (not hard). Compared to the corroded, old, water-in-the-brake-fluid system the bike had when I bought it, the new brakes are incredible!