Author: Ron Baker

I have been wearing eye glasses since I was around 10 years old.  I push them up on my face even when I’m not wearing them!

So, it was with little surprise that I learned today that I have a license restriction that requires me to wear glasses.  I think I remember that from when I first got my license.  But for the last decade or so, hasn’t even crossed my mind.

With cataract surgery I know have no need of glasses for driving.  But I have gotten glasses that have the “reading lens” in them.  A little easier than having a pair of reading glasses for every place I sit, eat or view close up objects.

I enquired what would be required to remove the restriction.  Not that I would be doing with out glasses often – but just in case.

The answer is simple.  Visit your optometrist and get a letter of permission.  Well, here I am planning a visit to my optometrist on Thursday! 

Amazing how coincidence seems more like a divine plan sometimes!

Well, our car’s personality appears to be very magnetic.  Driving the Oldsmobile Intrigue home this evening, the car was struck by another appearance – right out of a parking lot and into it’s path.

Thankfully there were no injuries, but another fender is dinged up.  About a month ago some slight damage was done to the other fender.  Now this one.  Maybe if I leave the car parked on the street someone will hit the rear end.

Oh well.  We were thinking of getting a newer car.  Just maybe not as soon as this.

So, what gets good gas mileage, looks decent and comes in under $10,000 (I cringe to think that we might have to pay that much!)?  Any comments?

I always liked that phrase.  The next phrase says, “bid my anxious fears subside.”

Today I sat in our local seniors manor.  There you will find those who are not only treading the verge of Jordan, they have their toes on the shore.  Now, with Alzheimer’s, I’m not sure the depth of anxious fears.  For others, whose minds are ready – their spirits may not be so.

That’s where I find a trust in Jesus makes a difference.  Sure, there is the matter of being torn by family ties.  Or disturbed by those we will not continue to invite into our daily lives.  But, overall, there is also a sense of anticipation of the next adventure.

Where I have friends with such an outlook, the visit is inspiring.  I guess it’s the others who quiver at the coldness of the crossing that make me sad.  And also make me want to continue to visit and present a better way – the way through Jesus that leads to the other side with joy, while living here in peace!

We have a friend who writes puns and jokes on his Facebook page.   Not just any friend – he’s a pastor (I guess that puts him into a world of his own).  Not just any comments – but ones that carry a groan or hummph or some other odd expression.

Not that he probably started things that way.  He probably just had an itchy funny bone one day.

And now this train of thought has railroaded his facebook page.  When we read his comments, we seem to enjoy a new twist of face – brought on by a twisted sense of humor.

Now Jill, my good wife, usually checks out Facebook for me.  So I wait with baited (like a fish!) breath to hear the latest.  Here’s one:

Does anyone else feel like Chilean miners have gone too mainstream since their dramatic rescue? I think I liked them better when they were a little more underground.

And one more just for you car fans

Saw these guys driving a Ford while eating nachos, hitting piñatas and wearing sombreros. I think it was a Fiesta.

Here’s one Jill laughed at

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today! They left a little note on the windshield, it said “Parking Fine.” So that was nice.

I guess Facebook is good for something!