I have to tell you the sad tale of my camera.  I have a couple of nice Nikon cameras but I rarely use them because I’m such an irresponsible photographer.  Vince buys last year’s models of the little pocket type point and shoot cameras online and he gets them for little to nothing, which is a good thing because I go through 3 or 4 or more cameras per year.  In July, we both got new cameras.  I doubt he’s ever used his and I take probably 50 or more pictures most every day.  My camera is always with me.  What’s worse . . buying a camera and never using it or ruining a camera a couple of times a year?

Tonight as I was leaving the sewing room, I had two boxes — a box with Ila’s quilt and a box with a gift for Nicole’s grandparents; I had my iPod, I had the RTV keys, I had a Dr. Pepper and I had my camera.  I only have two hands you know!  The Dr. Pepper was in my hand, the iPod was in my other hand, the boxes were cradled in my arms with the camera, iPod and keys on top of the boxes. The camera slid off . . on the tile floor and . . it works no more.

I told Vince I had ruined another camera.  He did his obligatory grumbling, and said he would give me his since he never uses it.  I think he buys two just because he knows how quickly I go through them.  But, he was busy so I grabbed an older camera that somehow I had not ruined . . it must have been one of Vince’s rejects because I can’t remember ever having a camera that still works when I get done with it.  I took a bunch of pictures . . the chickens, the grill getting delivered, the grill getting put together, the cows, the sunset, and Sally’s new sleeping quarters . . only to find that none of the computers read the old Sony memory sticks and I cannot find an adapter. It’s been years since I used an adapter so . . lots of photos will never be seen.

Now I just had to tell him that I’ve ruined two memory cards this week because they were in my pocket when I washed my jeans.  It’s a darned good think I can cook and sew and apparently do a few other things that interest him!

Someday if you don’t hear from me again, you’ll know that Vince has taken all my electronics away.