My love of Eggnog gets press

I suppose you would call them the good old days of blogging when local news organizations would call me for an opinion on some story or another that I had expressed here in this space. But those days are far far behind us now and its quieter in that way.

Until last Thursday when I was contacted by Maryse Zeidler, a reporter out of Vancouver who was doing a story for the CBC on Eggnog in the stores early. She had seen my photo on Instagram last week when Lauralea showed up at home with some Eggnog for me. The earliest we had ever seen the Nog in the wild.

We had a chat about it on the phone, and last night I saw the story she was working on. Its a fun piece looking at the early release of the seasonal treat this year.

It was enjoyable to do that again, and I'm writing this here mostly so I don't forget it. :)
And to post a link to the story, so I can go and reread it when I am old and grey. Well, old anyway.

Here's the link to the story.

Now go buy yourself a small litre of the stuff. Before it goes away.

When I was experimenting with an inverted V antenna


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When I was experimenting with an inverted V antenna, (ham radio) my wife came out and her only comment to me was, "Hmm looks like a sail!"
I know she's a keeper because I've heard what other ham wives have declared in similar situations. #VE6VOR #amateurradio

Living and dying in the valley of vision

Last Sunday we had two guests with us at worship. A young man and his wife who shared with us a God given vision they had, to go to Argentina to work with the churches there who needed help.
They were going into some more language training this autumn and their house had finally sold and they were off to walk with God in this exciting life adventure.

Then yesterday we received word that the night before, on Wednesday night, he died of a heart attack.

Oh God we don't understand these things. It seems all wrong. But we trust what we've come to know in your character. Be present, be a comfort, be mercy for friends and family who grieve these days.




An old Puritan prayer.

Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, You have brought us to the valley of vision, where we live in the depths but see you in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin we behold Thy glory. Let us learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter your stars shine; let us find your light in our darkness, your life in our death, your joy in our sorrow, your grace in our sin, your riches in our poverty, your glory in our valley. Amen


The air speaks of change


There is change in the air now.
In seasons, in families, in work.
In energy, in health.

This is the part of the year that I love.
The heat and toil of summer is ending.
The cool of the year grows.


"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent."