I’m not attached to a lot of material possessions. For the most part, things in our house are just that...things. With our upcoming move, I’m ruthlessly listing things on eBay and downsizing our inventory, but there are definitely a handful of things that I consider needs and not wants.
(1) My road bike; (2) my jeans; (3) my running shoes; (4) my camera
Without these things, my weekly functioning would come to a screeching halt. Would it be the end of the world? Of course not, but my bike and my running shoes bring me peace of mind 6 days a week, jeans are part of my official wardrobe ( I probably wear them 340 days out of the year) and taking pictures is as natural to me as breathing. I really don’t think that a day goes by that I don’t document our life. Oh and that camera strap in the picture above? That's been my dad's camera strap since before I was born and he just gave it to me in March. It may be an untraditional family heirloom, but I cherish it. It reminds me of my dad every time I put it on, which is fitting since I also inherited his love of photography.
Anyways, while this is definitely an odd list of beloved possessions, both the Irishman and Parker know not to mess with the above listed items. No joke – “Don’t touch mommy’s bike” and “don’t touch mommy’s camera” are on the official house rules. It might seem a touch extreme, but we all know that I have issues.
So, with that said, you can imagine that I got a bit queasy when I took my camera out of my purse yesterday and noticed that the lens had popped off of the body. That queasiness turned to full blown nausea when I reattached the lens and noticed that it was loose on one side. And when it showed an error message when I tried to take a picture, my heart dropped…and I sprinted to the bathroom. Once I regained coherence and the Irishman came running downstairs to see who died (I’m pretty sure that there were sounds of hysterics abound), my first thought (and words) were:
Crap, crap, crappity crap.
It’s amazing how having a child changes what would have once been a stream of profanities. (I’m sorry mother, but it’s true.) So, I scrambled to look up the number of the camera repair store and while I was stressed out about the cost of yet another expense this month (beyond the costs of moving, buying a new laptop and our upcoming trip), I was equally concerned about having my camera back up and running asap.
But of course, it was going to take 3 weeks to fix. Forget the fact that I would miss taking pictures of the various events over the coming weeks – we’re leaving for Greece in less than 3 weeks and that was just not going to work for me. So, I made a calculated decision. My beloved camera would be sold when it was back from Nikon and I would upgrade (sooner than I had wanted) to a Nikon D90, aka, probably the last camera I will ever buy.
I drove out to Asheville yesterday to simultaneously drop off my camera at the repair shop and to pick up my new D90 from Best Buy (you have to love their no-interest financing for 36 months deals). It seems a little silly, but I’m still heartbroken over changing cameras before I was ready too.
In my mind, I know that this is a lot like my grief over retiring running shoes and I’m sure that once I give it a chance, my new D90 will be a rockin’ camera, but for now, I’ll mourn my beloved D40 and leave the D90 unused for that period of mourning…which fortunately ends today. Whew!
Once I’m done acting foolish over material things, I’ll be sure to write up my review/comparison of the two Nikons and of course, you’ll see the D90s handiwork on here from this point forward. In case you were wondering, that's the D90 in the picture at the top taken with my tiny point and shoot camera that I use during bike rides.
Now, please excuse me while I put on my running shoes and favorite jeans so that I can go sit on my bike and suck my thumb.
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