Some days are just that way!

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 I woke up today and headed off to a pancake breakfast.  A volunteer  appreciation breakfast.  Except I'm trying to stay away from sausages. Then got together with some other church pastors/administrators from town.  Put on coffee that was thick - they seemed to like it. Then home for lunch - mow the lawn, take down old Christmas tree lights and  clean the garage out so we can get the car in during the winter.   Talk to a few neighbours - meet some new ones. Now I'm at the church working on a sermon.  Peggy just dropped by with cookies for one of the church programs.  She graciously let me help myself.  Voortman's be praised! And now with ginger peach tea in hand and a Voortman's cookie at my side, I'm riding into the sunset finishing off the last draft of my Sunday sermon. That's life!!

Gold and Booty

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10 Billion US dollars! All in 600 barrels.  On Crusoe Island(s).  One could become rich being a treasure hunter!

Writing

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I want to . . . , have to. . . , love to . . . write.  So, I struggle to make sure I'm readable. Having just begun a blog I'm asking how I'm doing already!  I remember reading Randall Friesen's blog.  A while  back he asked the why of writing a blog.  And how do you get people to read your blog.  And who are you really targeting.  I go to his blog everyday - maybe he's figured some of that out! Thanks to those who have given feedback.  I've gone back and rewritten a few blogs.  I think they are better.  And in the future, I hope you keep coming back!

The town's fine dam

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                                If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, come to Kindersley! I looked through the viewfinder of my camera yesterday.  I saw a beautiful body of water (someone suggested I call this blog today, "A fine 'dam' town!").  We walked around the dam with an old friend of my fathers, saw a skateboarder, a fisher, a family.   Where else would you want to be! And then of course, across the expanse of water we could just see . . .