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An advertisement is going into our local paper — I speak of our  weekly newsheet called the Kindersley Clarion. 

The ad is for an upcoming celebration.  My father, Calvin James Baker, will be feted as we consider his 90th birthday.  Actually he is not 90 until December, but trying to get people together in shivering December is a little tough (this is a common thought – John Boquist from town is also celebrating his mother’s 90th birthday the same day and her actual birthday is in January).

So, August 9th there is a “come and go tea” (with a program as well) from 2:0o to 4:00 at the Kindersley Alliance Church.  Dad’s siblings will be there and his children as well, along with come grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  And other friends will gather together to celebrate.  Should be fun!

Will you be in the area?  Come join us!

I served as an expert today.  Well, not quite.  But close nigh unto (an old saying from my childhood resurrected to explain that I wasn’t quite as much an expert as others think I am).

I was asked to assist in preparing a blessing for a 60th wedding anniversary.  The content was fairly well laid out  by the one who would be doing the blessing.  All I had to do was pull it together, add a few more thoughts, and edit the overall final speech.

That was fun.  Not just the writing and editing which I enjoy.  But the story of the couple, their longevity, and the desire to indeed call God’s blessing down up them.  If and when I reach that milestone, I trust I too will have someone who wants to bless me and call for God’s best upon my (our) live(s).  That will be a sure sign that God has been at work, for more years than I will probably remember!

So, to Stan and Florence, may God’s best be your best at this time in your life!!

Today is the second time we’ve been to Saskatoon in a week.  Different car each time.  The comparison was to be in gas prices.

Now, the price of gas is down by 2 cents.  So, some adjustment in calculation is needed.  Nevertheless, we figure for every 100 kilometers, the Neon wins over the Concorde/Intrepid.  We save about $2.5o/100 km.  Almost makes it worth driving the road more often.

Yesterday we buried a lady just one year older than mom (her birthday is tomorrow).  My brother died three years ago at the age of 50.  Death is no respecter of age — or perhaps age is no respecter of longevity.  Age merely registers years and has no authority over life and death.

Perhaps, if we had the foresight, we could begin to count our age backwards from death.  Some of us would start of at 22 years, others at 93.  We might even make the most of our lives (sadly, I think we would probably gauge our age and do whatever we wanted until the countdown became critical).