By Bill Jones
This morning, as so often happens, I spent a considerable amount of time looking for my glasses. My wife gave me a “junk” gift, I think for father’s day, of a “Here are my glasses” ceramic holder for my desk. On the days I remember to use it, it works fine, but those other days, Jesus H. Christ.
I looked on the kitchen table, I really did. After 20 minutes of searching frustration my last option was to accuse my wife of misplacing my glasses. Clearly the problem couldn’t be me. Now the gods of accusation do not allow the use of this option lightly or freely. It only works if you are sincere in accusing someone of taking your stuff. The more adamant and strident you are in the accusation, the better it works at finding things. I no sooner finished my accusorial triade, than I looked down on the kitchen table again and there they were. This is where the gods exact their toll; I have to slink home tonight and munch some bigtime crow. Still, it is near Halloween, crow and pumpkin go together, don’t they?
This is a small study of autumn leaves on a pond just outside of Victor, Idaho. In case this is not drawn/painted any better than my cows, the yellow things are the leaves. There were trout visible swimming in the shallow water and I initially tried to include one in the painting. The damn thing would not hold still and as you might have figured out from my glasses episode, my memory isn’t very good. Thus I could not paint the fish after it swam from view. What I ended up with looked like a floating stick so I painted it out.
On Painting 
The leaves-in-the-pond painting is very nice. The hell with the trout.
Thanks, you are up early, or is it late?
I just spent a very pleasant 15 minutes visiting your beautiful blog – both of you do truly lovely work.
I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time looking for my glasses.they were of course on my head,holding my hair away from my eyes.
I still think it was your wife who took them.
The colors in this painting are nice; I find it soothing to look at.
I lose and abuse my glasses. I didn’t get them until I was 27, and I haven’t yet adjusted to having to keep track of them or not leave fingerprints on them when my nose or eye itches.
Casey – Thanks. Did you find your dog?
Kildavimes – I have actually looked for my glasses when they were on and I was looking through them. There is always someone worse off than you.
100swallows – I like the way you think. That was my story and I was sticking with it. To apologize is to admit you are dumber than 40 water buffalo.
Right: that crow will keep in the freezer.