Where's the Iron?

Getting ready to go to the Agape Church again, I realized that wearing Jeans was not quite appropriate as most people we saw last were dressed nicer (I would not say "Sunday Best", but they looked good, better than jeans). So, I took out the one pair of slacks I brought to California from Colorado and saw they needed to be ironed. But where is the Iron?

As a former executive, recently retired, I am used to having half my clothes dry cleaned, and iron the other half myself. Not knowing where an Iron is strange, like not knowing where a toothbrush is!

I eventually found the Iron, but had to iron the clothes on a towel on the bed since I could not find an ironing board.

So, on my knees on the mattress it occurred to me (again) how much my life has changed. No more 7am ironing sessions while eating a bowl of cereal on the side. Now I don't know where the iron is!