I Can See Clearly Now

By Jim Hagarty

This is the sad plight of all who are nearsighted and wear eyeglasses. I accidentally just now knocked my brown-framed glasses onto our brown kitchen floor, under the computer table where it’s a bit dark. How is a man who needs glasses to see farther than the tip of his nose supposed to find his glasses without his glasses? Fortunately, I had another pair not far off and I could see them. So I put on my backup glasses so I could find my everyday glasses.

I guess it’s a bit like using a second phone to dial the number of your cellphone which you have lost. I do that three times a day, minimum.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.