Saturday's Old Photo

This is my dad. He’s about 14 or 15—that would be 1940 or 41—and he’s with the first and only pig he ever owned. She was born on the farm in Kansas—one of a litter of little pigs that had to be bottle fed. He helped his mother raise the babes and in return he kept one of them as his own. He sold her—and her litter, I think—shortly after this photo was taken.

He made enough money, he says, to pay for her feed and that’s about it. That he only broke even may be the reason he went pigless for the rest of his life.

What he really loved were horses, anyway.

My Desktop Photo 70

Photo by Andrew Stark
(click on photo for larger view)

When I left Minnesota, a few of the maples were turning red. While I was in Vancouver, there were reddish maples, too. I expected to see everything in full color when I got home to Whitehorse, but I was surprised to find the trees still looking summerish. But they’re turning now and tempertures are cool. It must be fall.

Round the Sphere Again

A Bit of Biography
and thoughts on the cost of discipleship. (Triablogue)

Do the Math
There’s a reason a 24-hour day and a 60-minute hour work so well for us: Antiprimes (William M. Briggs)

Video Demonstration
I do my hardboiled eggs almost exactly like this, except I bring them to a boil and then cover them, turn the burner off and let them sit for 20 minutes. (Mennonite Girls Can Cook)

I Wish I’d Thought of This
Handsoap (and now it’s sold out!)