Everything old is new again (almost)

They are purple, come in a purple case and are supposed to help me see better.  So far, all they have really given me is a headache.  Glasses, tangible evidence that I am getting old. My birth certificate and forty plus photographs of cake and presents also testify to the passage of time.  My feet often still hurt in the morning when I wake up.  The only plus is my hair receives many comments on the colour, followed by the question where did I have it done.  I haven’t, it’s going grey (or is it gray – I never know.  I suspect one is British English and the other is American).

Is it unreasonable to expect that the improvement in my vision should be $600.00 worth?  They are progressive lenses, the area for reading is so small that the entire computer screen is not in focus – not good.  I practiced in the pulpit after I got them, the entire manuscript is not in focus and when I moved my head to get the congregation in focus, I couldn’t find my place on the page when I looked back down – not good.  I’ll wear them for a few more days and make the final decision.  It’s very upsetting, especially since $20 reading glasses from Safeway provide better vision.  The only improvement is I can see the television better, but only if I look straight on.  They were supposed to provide me with ‘better’ lenses, ie a wider prescription area, but I wonder if they actually did.  We’ll see (or not).

One less thing?

I haven’t worn a watch for almost a month now.  Funny thing, I haven’t really missed it.  Granted, I occasionally glance down at my wrist.  The watch is not there.  Time is everywhere I go, particularly if I remember to carry my cell phone, which I don’t.  Most places have wall clocks.  There is a digital clock in the truck, on my computer.  That covers most of the places I might need one.
My recent time piece has been an inexpensive purchase from Sears, Winnipeg in 2004.  It was a lovely two-tone silver/gold wrist watch that has gradually worn to a pewter colour.  The battery has gone dead, and I have been neglecting (forgetting) to get it replaced.  All my watches suffer a similar malaise, and there are a number of them…(15)  I should really have my trusty windup Waltham repaired, or even the $15.00 Timex I purchased when the Kenora Woolworth was reinvented as a Zellers – or the Seiko – or the Bulova.  Then I wouldn’t have an excuse, would I?

Spring Cleaning

Awesome work at the spring cleaning bee this morning at St. James! As I walked home I thought about purging things. Is it similar to a baptism, when we die to our old lives (stuff) and enter into new lives and beginnings? Some things define who we are (as a congregation) and we keep to remember. Some things hold us back from being new people in Christ (or provide a fire hazard). Some things we long to have the time and energy to rework into something new, but really have to let go because we don’t have those resources. I am grateful that God has all the time, energy and power to rework us, when we allow it, so that we can continue to faithfully serve and honour Him, regardless of our limitations.