Spit-fired Up!

...or not so much. I got tickets to a Windsor Spitfires home game, hosting hated OHL rival the London Knights at the WFCU Centre.....in what should have been a hard-fought battle.

The Spits didn't really show up for this one, other than their goalie DiPietro - sadly he was their best player in a 4-0 yawner. Still, I had a great time in good seats with buddy Kris....even if we did spend the third period making juvenile jokes about Knights player Cliff Pu just to amuse ourselves. To Pu's credit, he actually played a great game....but every time he touched the puck, it was a "crappy play" or a "shitty goal".

Better luck next time Spits, especially if you hope to defend your 2017 Memorial Cup title - at any rate, we plan to get to many more games!

Pre-game warmups from the bar area

Local school choir sings the national anthem

Offensive zone faceoff

Zambonis....or Zambonii?

A stalwart blimp patrols Spitfires airspace

Lopsided score

Late bid to break the shutout

The Knights celebrate a road win

Yer Not the Ocean

You are just a Lake.....though in fairness, a pretty Great one.

During my weekend wanderings, it occurred to me how close we live to water and don't often take the time to visit her serene shoreline. So today I made time.....before the gales of November come slashing.

It may be said that Superior never gives up her dead, but Erielhonan's "long tail" can still whip up a gale! Stiff breeze today but otherwise luckily witnessed the calm before the storm.

Erielhonan means "long tail" in the Iroquois language

Son of a birch, or son of a beach?

Fishing Tugs and Missing Sails

Wheatley Harbour....

......is apparently for the birds!

Splitting Headache

I headed down to The Farm to help my uncle stock some wood for the winter......nice drive after some initial whiteouts between Chatham and London, as winter fired its first snowy salvo - a flurry of blows (or blowing flurries) if you will!

Thankfully windy and bitter turned to sunny and cool, just nice for working outside around a woodpile. The temperamental log splitter threw a wrench into things - and a few screwdrivers and some ether - but eventually we got some wood split, including some the old-fashioned way. I'm not averse to the maul, but gnarled and heavily-limbed stumps are not much fun to split.

In the end, we got some wood up to the house and into the basement, and sampled a few brews and some fine pork recently procured from a neighbour.....half (a pig) of which made its way back home to the new freezer.

The drive back was much more enjoyable, as winter retreated to its frozen lair to warily glare with icy stare. Oh, and on a Sunday morning, coming down through Toronto was equally merciful.

1930 Ford Model A....just storing it for a friend!

Made in Michigan!

Time to split!

A load ready for the basement

Beauty day in The County!

Logging some time on the splitter

Rustic rust

Wheat Kings-ton

We took the opportunity during a visit to eastern Ontario to pay our respects to Gord Downie in downtown Kingston. We missed the main memorial held in Market Square, but visited City Hall and signed the memorial book. We also met Ashley, James and Dee for lunch, and strolled a few downtown blocks on a beautiful autumn day before heading back for family visits.

Great lunch at Wooden Heads!

Who puts the "i" in Kingston?

Downtown Limestone City

Kingston City Hall

Memorial in Market Square

More memorials at the K-Rock Centre