Smart thermostat dumb owner, laughing it off and tasting the Lord's chicken.
Three things this week with a poem about a moose and some snow.
A favourite time of year. I love the lead up to Christmas and taking time to anticipate the day through reflection.
If you’re looking for an opening into the meaning of Christmas with some fresh insights, check out my devotional series Cherish the Advent or Voices of Advent which you can read for free on YouVersion’s Bible App.
As you prep for Christmas and all that comes with it, I hope you’re well on this first week of Advent. Thanks for spending some time with Things I Wrote Down.
Now, here’s three things from the week, and a poem about snow.
1. The Lord’s chicken finds a new home
The big news out here is that Chick-fil-A opened its doors in London. The not-opened-on-Sundays franchise had a drive-thru line up down the street. We beat the line by walking in and were amazed at the quick service.
We heard it’s “all about the sauce” and I can confirm. The house sauce is something special. It was a win for the kids who ate their whole meal (a rarity at a fast food joint) and looked like a win for London. I haven’t been to something this buzzy since my last visit to the barber shop.
Join Things I Wrote Down as a free or paid subscriber. Weekly posts and inspo.
2. Laughing it off
I watched this viral video so many times this week. Laughter is the best therapy. In it, two sisters make confessions to their mom on the year after her passing. Hilarity ensues. Failed charity walks, un-filed taxes, vehicle registration fails.
I find it a beautiful tribute. And I love how humour helps us tell the truth.
3. Smart thermostat, dumb thermostat owner
I went for it. The smart thermostat rebate that’s supposed to change the way my furnace dispenses energy, resulting in lower bills and heightened convenience. My Google learning thermostat is supposed to know me.
The big takeaways:
don’t install a smart thermostat during a snow storm and
make sure you take a photo of the wiring before you disconnect the old model.
The smart thermo comes with incredible install instructions on an app. But I made the mistake following the directions only after pulling off the old interface. And not even an app can help you sort out unconventional wiring. So, I had to phone a church friend who happens to be an electrician and now we’re ready, again, for the snowpocalyspe.
I guess the rebate covers the cost of an electrician’s house visit?
This week’s poem is all about snow
I grew up cross-country skiing, working my way through Jackrabbits and skiing on the team at college. And most winter afternoons during my undergrad I’d hit the trails behind Red Deer College where I often encountered a moose. (A favourite animal for their awkward dignity).
I was reminded of this moment as I imagined having no heat in a snow storm. I hope you enjoy it.
Now familiar outhouse
This is the purest snow
softly whisking under the glide
glide of skies. Roots and small
grasses shoot toward sunlight,
frozen in tragic dormancy.
I circle again and see the
now familiar outhouse
worn grey near the gravel
pit, handle deep in snow.
I’ve been waiting for you in this
silent wood, your chateau of
icing-covered pines and feel you
watching, hear your low exhalations.
A certain excitement like cider
rushes through my veins. You are
almost gone before I hear
hooves thundering on multi-
patterned whiteness - soft
thunder. Shallow echoes of life
I circle again
and head toward the now
familiar outhouse. Stop once
where hoof prints cross the
trail then disappear
into colder mounds of ice.