Probably twice a year the color in our house goes a little screwy, not unlike on the old television sets when the vertical hold goes slightly insane and the screen looks like modern art. We get the control board out of the closet and twist and turn the knobs trying to make it right. If that fails we send The Lad outside to bang on the side of the house. If that doesn’t work, the house almost always goes back to normal on its own in a day or two. Except for the room you see in the upper right corner where we keep My Marta’s piano. The room was a bone white color but turned bright orange after one incident but never went back. We’ve learned to adapt to it and even decorate around it. The room does makes a low humming sound, more of a buzz, I guess, but we can’t tell where it emanates from. The best we can guess is it comes from the color itself. I know. It doesn’t make sense to us either.
Today’s purge is a travel water bottle shaped, presumeably, to fit on the frame of a bicycle. Ha ha ha! That’s a good one. A bike, uh huh. Anyway, it is made of durable plastic but made the water smell funny. Not ‘ha ha’ funny but ‘peculiar’ funny. The best I can figure is that the water smelled like plastic. So out it went.
James 1:26 If a person thinks that he is religious but can’t control his tongue, he is fooling himself. That person’s religion is worthless.