Not all of us survived trick-or-treating
Most of the members of my family survived, and enjoyed trick-or-treating. However, one member didn't come back alive.
I know. I know. I'm freaking you out with those words, but this family member is more like a "thing."
Still, she is a member of the family, or should I say, "was"?
You know who she is. . . she's my camera.
My beautiful camera. Just a point and shoot, yes, but I loved her. I didn't judge her for not being an SLR (OK. I did, but shhh...that's just between you and me) but apparently it was all too much for her.
She knows I've been talking about replacing her when, or if, I can afford it. So, Thursday night, while Jonathan and I were out trick-or-treating with the nieces, she threw herself from my hands and against the sidewalk outside someone's home. She made an awful thud and when I retrieved her, I was grief stricken. She couldn't move.
She was - oh, be-still my heart - paralyzed.
Her lens moved slightly and then -- nothing. She was gone. I kissed her gently and then called Hubby.
I sniffled into the phone that she was gone. His response was less than comforting. He sighed one of those long, heavy, annoyed sighs. One of those sighs that says, "Oh crap. Here comes the drama."
"We'll figure out something," he told me after I'd whimpered, "But you know I can't live without a camera!"
Brother wasn't much more sympathetic. "Aw, you'll get over it," he said.
"But, I won't!" I insisted.
"You will. You'll be fine."
Mom, on the other hand, commiserated with me.
"Oh, that's awful," she said, understanding that my camera was like another family member for me. Behind her Dad responded that he would open up the Consumer Reports and find out what cameras are the best this year. Dad's answer to finding a new "anything" is looking in Consumer Reports. Not that I blame him, they are usually right.
You don't know how many times I tried to resuscitate her, but to no avail. My camera was indeed gone. Luckily the photos are safely stored on my camera card. However, I can't even download them at home because I don't have a card reader. I downloaded them at work to a CD and burned the CD. I brought the CD home and popped it into the CD reader at home. That's when the Blue Screen of Death appeared on my computer screen.
Luckily, after I removed the offensive CD, the computer came back to life. However, I'll have to wait until Monday to try to upload some of my photos at the office.
Oh right, you're probably wondering if Jonathan liked his first real trick-or-treat experience. Yes, and no. He liked being pushed around in a stroller while watching his cousins freak out and he liked being Spiderman -- part of the night -- but hid his face a larger part of the night when people tried to hand him candy and tell him how cute he was. Apparently he inherited more of my shyness than I realized.
At some point I'll share photos with you of the night. Until then, here is a couple from a small Halloween party in town. Oh no. Those are on the camera too. Aaaaaaaaargh! So here is some of him wearing his costume Monday night. *sigh*
(Incidentally -- I inadvertently lied to all of you last week when I told you our town didn't hold trick-or-treating on Halloween because of some football game. That's not why. I don't know why. The council in our town is loony. There. That's why. Whatever.)
