Magic Mirrors

In early May after being influenced by the Cingular commercials for a pink fancy cell phone, I decided it was time to trade in my dinosaur cell phone that I had been dragging around. Pink is good. Flip top is cool looking. I even received a mail-in rebate for an extra 50.00. Although the paperwork was verrrrrry sneaky I managed to get all the information onto their forms and sent off.

Last week I got the Visa rebate in the mail, activated it, and knew just want I wanted to do with this windfall.

I dug through my mail and found the Bed Bath and Beyond coupon for 20% off and headed out the door. Twenty minutes later I was the proud owner of a fancy, wall-hung-magnifying-lit, mirror for my bathroom.

Old age has done a number on my eyes. Wearing glasses since 3rd grade, my eyes have changed more in the last 10 years than I care to explain. With trifocals in my frames, I still stuggle to find the right way to read a book or pluck my eyebrows. Its simply a frustrating matter for me.

Now, with the use of this fancy, schmancy mirror, I will have some extra tools to manage the additional wrinkles on my face.

I read the instructions, pulled out my power drill/screwdriver, and got it hung. Its a tiny bit crooked but still works well in its perfect place next to my bathroom sink. One side is normal, one side is 5X magnified. Oh my! The imperfections I couldn’t see before are right there before me. Yikes! But on the positive side, I can finally see my eyebrows!

“Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.” James 1:23-24


Last night we went to a baseball game in Frisco Texas with a group of new friends from church. The stadium was awesome. The sections small enough so a brain foggy woman doesn’t get lost on her way to the bathroom. (An essential element to enjoyment of any activity.)

Although very hot, we sat in the shade as the sun went down over Texas and watched America’s game.

It has been years since I have been to a baseball game where the players were over 4 feet tall. The last time I was in a ballpark was in the late 60’s when I was stuck on the Oakland A’s. Back then it was Vida Blue and Catfish Hunter on the field. And between innings and to hype up the crowd, an organ would play. Charge! and Take me out to the ballgame!

Last night I was mezmerized by the gadgets and entertainment. Instead of placarts across the back of the field was one big digital screen that changed advertisements (animated too!) as the evening rolled along. A large screen TV showed a costumed character, Deuce, doing forward rolls, toddlers racing, horses racing, belly flops in the ballpark pool (!) and people dancing to the Y M C A disco song of the Village People. Music accompanied the players as they stepped up to the plate: Seinfeld’s theme music, current rock, goldie oldies. And with the exciting one home run by the home team, fireworks exploded over the field in applause. It was a glorious sight and a wonderful surprise seeing the bright lights against the dark sky. We won the game.

This was a bunch of good hoopla for an entertaining evening. I had a great time as a spectator.

Some day a bigger fireworks show is coming to celebrate another victory. And on that day, I won’t be a spectator.

“Behold He comes
Riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun
At the trumpet call
Lift your voice
It’s the year of Jubilee
Out of Zion’s hill
Salvation comes.”