Another beautiful September morning for Pheebs and I on our always pleasant country road walk. Dropping her off at home later I headed into Bayfield on the early side for my 10:15 appointment at the Anjema Eye Institute. I never got into the chair until 12:25. It was a very busy place and the majority of my time was spent waiting in the car. Oh well, it gave me a chance to do some reading in the Subaru's thick manual. The eye doctor said my eyes were in excellent shape and I did not have to come back again but he did recommend I see my ophthalmologist for a new eyeglass prescription.
THERE IS SOMETHING ODD ABOUT THE CAR ON THE RIGHT AND THE PHOTO BELOW WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS
With a build-up of humidity in the air, I stayed inside for the rest of the day. Finished a book by author Dr. Kenneth Ring called Life At Death. Now, it's not that I have a morbid outlook reading these last few books dealing with death but I find the subject matter very interesting and rather uplifting. That may sound a little weird to folks but I think if anyone were to seriously read about this subject they might have a different opinion about the end of life. This book by Dr. Ring takes a 'nuts and bolts' scientific approach to the subject of near-death experiences. (NDE) For me, the book was tough going in a number of places because I didn't understand the graphs and charts, along with some methods, and determinations. Medical terms were hard to get through but the author warns of that and suggests people who are not medically savvy to just jump ahead. And that is what I had to do on numerous occasions. Despite that, I am glad I stuck with the book to its conclusion. Interest going out, knowledge coming in. Towards the end of the book Dr. Ring writes the following::: "I do believe...but not just on the basis of my own or others' data regarding near-death experiences--that we continue to have a conscious existence after our physical death and that the core experience does represent its beginning; a glimpse of things to come. I am, in fact, convinced--both from my own personal experiences and from my studies as a psychologist--that it is possible to become conscious of "other realities" and that the coming close to death represents one avenue to a higher "frequency domain." or reality, which will be fully accessible to us following what we call death. Let me be clear, however, that it would be exceedingly naive for anyone to believe this on the basis of my say-so (or anyone else's), nor would it be justified to claim that the findings I have presented in this book in any way prove this assertion. The "proof" of this matter is, in any case, not something one will find in books". That last line of his is very thought-provoking.
JUDGING FROM THIS SENIORS PARKING JOB I'D SAY IT WAS A GOOD THING HE ARRIVED AT THE ANJEMA EYE CLINIC WHEN HE DID
And yes, Pheebs and I did make it out for another moonlight Subie cruise Friday night. And for sure we will be out again tonight with the full Harvest Moon being at its absolute fullest at 9:59 p.m.
Ellen's Groove:)) In this very short clip, Ellen tries her hand at a new fretless bass guitar. Fretless
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees was absent but had not phoned in. Needing to have an urgent work problem resolved, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted by a child's whispered, "Hello." "Is your Daddy home?" he asked. "Yes," whispered the small voice. "May I talk with him?" The child whispered, "No." Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?" "Yes." "May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No." Hoping there was someone with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anyone else there?" "Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman." Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?" "No, he's busy," whispered the child. "Busy doing what?" "Talking to Mommy and Daddy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer. Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?" "A helicopter," answered the whispering voice. "What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again, whispering, the child answered, "The search team just landed a helicopter." Alarmed, confused, and a little frustrated, the boss asked, "What are they searching for?" Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle..."Me!"