Mrs. Feller and I came home talking about the fact that Emory’s shoes were apparently stolen. He is now wearing his slippers. A couple of months ago it was his hearing aid that was lost. Jeez.

We turned off of Indiana 9 at the cow pasture where only about five cows were standing up and then passed a field of sheep and lambs. I did not realize it but some sheep have long tails, instead of little bobbed ones. And it was overcast, although the morning had dawned sunny. Yes, you are right; I am at loose ends this evening, wanting to be upbeat and yet a little tired. Feeling like chatting, but more comfortable with sitting and rocking . . . and sipping Diet Coke and Coke. Maybe, maybe a little bag of popcorn.

Well, when I was up in the bathroom, emptying out my pockets, I found I had a camera in one and put it down by the sink. No, this is not a water plus camera story . . . thank heavens . . . but it is an AmeliaJake on camera after water story.

When I was clean and my hair turbaned, I thought “What is it about this bathroom that I look better in it than anywhere else?” So I picked up the camera and took my picture; that’s when I found out it was the mirror – the mirror is magic. Right out in the air without a reflection, I have wrinkles, blotches, and facial hairs. I tried it again with the same result. I was bummed.

Then I had a thought. I decided to download a couple and enlarge them and examine my face up real close. No one had told me only trained professionals should attempt such a thing. Old pores are about as ugly as self-pity, and that was a pool I was about ready to plunge right in to.

But I got a grip and grabbed some tweezers and some moisturizer – pluckin’ and creamin’, oh yeah.