I had wanted a nice digital SLR for a while, but I kept telling Prof, “I don’t think I can handle one. You know I’ll drop it or lose it or break it within a month.” It’s uncanny how it lasted almost a month. It came in the mail on January 12. It is February 7. I hate it when I’m so dead on.
The discovery: I went to take a picture with it when the zoom lens wouldn’t turn. Prof looked at it and said, “This camera has been dropped.” I didn’t do it. But there is one little boy we suspect, who I am apparently in charge of most of the day. And I’m in charge of the camera. I know I disappointed the Prof–I did warn him about the one month deal, but unfortunately, it is in his nature to think better of my capabilities than he should. I love him for it. He can’t even scold me. The camera has been my favorite toy ever, even though I hardly knew how to use it. Prof has been sitting at the table playing with it trying to fix it. I sit at the couch totally useless. Technology and I don’t really understand each other too well. I guess I’ll be going to a camera shop tomorrow. I’ll cry. For reals. Maybe that will help.