"No man is rich enough to buy back his past." - Oscar Wilde

The bacon burger is born.

Being at Celebration this morning was, as I expected, a blessing. Jim is a very good preacher and gave us plenty to think about. I was gratified to see so many people I didn't know, the music was well done, and it was great to see those who remain from our time there.
Sadly, one of them, Roger, was put into hospice today as the result of a sudden brain bleed that can't be corrected. He's been sinking into Alzheimer's the last few years, but this is still very difficult for his sweet and faithful wife, Sandy.

The weather here has been crisp and the fall colors beautiful. But when I see those trees and feel the chill in the air I can't help but think of all the work that those leaves will cause in just a few weeks and the the piles of white that will replace them as a thick cover on the ground.

I watched some of the F1 race on TV this afternoon. When we cut back our DishTV programming we lost NBCSN, the channel that carries the races, but because this week's race is in Austin, TX and so was broadcast on NBC.
I miss watching F1.

Part of the dynamic of being here is eating out at least one meal each day, often two. Because those meals are high in all the wrong kinds of calories, and because there's no wood to stack or fence to set or gravel to shovel I'm feeling a bit like a bloated sperm whale.

Tomorrow morning I'm meeting Jim, pastor at Celebration, for coffee and then going with him to do a podcast. He and one of the profs at GBC do a monthly podcast intended for pastors on some ministry related topic. I don't know what the topic will be, but he asked me at church this morning if I'd be willing to do one after coffee. Uhm, sure.
One problem: I'm old enough to realize I don't know anything worth sharing. I've come to the stage where I realize how much I don't know!