Okay, you can go ahead and question the means of my acquiring my digital camera last year. A co-worker at the airport had it given to him by his son who worked at Northwest; found it on the plane. No one claimed it, so he sold it to me for $50.
It lasted precisely one month before the battery gave out. It was a special battery that had to be purchased for a huge price. At this rate, I was wishing Steve didn't break my traditional AA-battery camera two years ago in the Phillipines. So it sat dormant for 18 months.
After getting swiftly kicked in the rear at work the last few days, which did result in three straight $100 cash days, I finally went to Best Buy, just hoping that I wouldn't get laughed at for having more outdated technology. Surprise! Not only did they have another battery, they had a charger for the brand. So as of tomorrow morning, I will have two fresh batteries, and the pictures, as you've seen above, will just keep on coming.
It's hard to believe that someone who puts so much stock into photo albums holding family history can go nearly six years with only thirty photos taken. That's what's happened, up to now. Best Buys obviously sells miracles!
But tell me about the turnover in technology regardless: I bought the house phone earlier this year... their computer didn't have any record of the battery model from just this year! The salesman said I had an outdated phone. I walked over to the display rack and showed him that very same model they were still selling!
Best Buy also sells migraine headaches, I guess.
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And an unfortunate inner tradition continues with calendars: I buy a wall calendar every year, and the first thing I do is write in everyone's birthdays. I made a few mistakes in getting dates right in 2007, but every year it seems like I fudge up cousin Jeffrey's birthday, by either putting him in the wrong week, putting someone else on his date, or having that entry become the lone smudge because I can't spell names right.
It happened again: the date and name were right, but the blue highlighter I used to highlight birthdays smudged once: at Jeffrey's birthday. Perhaps my luck can change if I promise him a Rolls Royce in theory...
Jeff & Sheila are supposed to be in town at Raymond's Sunday, according to Rose. I've been wanting to go, especially with my "new" camera, but looks like the weather's going to be slop. I'm the most far-out-of-the-way relative, and I know they'll understand my reluctance to drive in that weather.
