I have a new camera. Finally made up my mind. So many new bells and whistles to become familiar with. (sigh) Gone are the good old look-and-shoot days. The new Eye comes with two manuals in dual languages. Okay, there's more but they don't count since they're merely nods instead of entire tomes. Remember when DSLR cameras came with fold-out instruction sheets that got you up and flat-out running in less time than it took to refold the thing? (sigh) I keep sighing with good reason. My birthday camera became mine this afternoon. It's almost midnight and I'm still trying to figure out how to take basic photos. With a new macro lens.
I am so tempted to pick up my Olympus and have done with it. I can't. Because:
1) It needs to go to the camera hospital.
2) It wouldn't be the polite thing to do.
3) I should be open to learning new systems.
4) I am not good at raising a white flag.
5) I will not surrender.
6) I cannot imagine my life without a camera at the ready.
7) I like my new camera.
8) Blog posts without photos is like a story without words.
9) I felt this way when I used an Olympus for the first time.
10) I can do this.
JC did the driving today. I rode shotgun. I'm not very good at it. I whined a lot. I accused him of deliberately finding every bump and hump in Katy just to jar my spine. Poor old thing. The other day when he suggested sitting in a chair with both feet on the floor I said, in a clear salty tone, "The human head is heavy. As long as I am in an upright position, and my big head presses down on my cervical spine, I will have pain." Surely you see how pathetic I have become. I do have a large head whose size I attribute to the need for extra cranial space due to a bigger brain, which means I must eat more fish because I need a lot of brain food. My graduation cap was a size 7 3/4. Now that's big, huh? But no matter. The human head weighs . . . BRB. Gonna Google this one 'cause I forget.
Okay. The average human head weighs between 10 - 12 pounds. Try to imagine holding a 10 pound bag of sugar under one arm. Heck! Babies weigh less! Imagine trying to walk and balance 10 pounds atop a spindly neck, and tell me you don't get why the Elephant Man got tired of living. And, now. Try to imagine 10 pounds pressing against . . . Well, you see why I . . . Wait. I gotta tell you this: I walked up to the postal clerk the other day when it was my turn. She did a double take and asked me, "How are you? Are you okay?" I answered in the affirmative. She said, "Are you sure?" You know how you hesitate between a lie and being polite? Well, I hesitated and thought of all the people in line behind me, and I said, "Yes, I'm okay." I broke when she told me, "Are you sure you're okay, because you don't look like it."
I confessed. You'd have thought she'd won Double Jeopardy the way she grinned and looked so smug and self-satisfied when sold me she knew something was wrong with me. Said she could tell just by looking at me. And, "You need a good chiropractor. I know 'cause I saw one. I had a pinched nerve too." I exhaled and the tension left my shoulders. We tend to hunch our shoulders so they're closer to our ears than is recommended when our neck or shoulders hurt. I admitted to being in pain. I blamed being grumpy on continuous pain. She knew what I meant. Told me I was right. Said, "You don't feel like being bothered because you hurt so bad. That's why I was so grumpy. But the chiropractor fixed me up."
It's too late for me. She said so. She commiserated though, "Oh, you're past being helped but I know how bad it hurts. I had sciatic pain . . ." We had quite a conversation in the little window of time that I stood there before her. We talked while she worked. I mailed three packages, 8 or 9 letters, cards, and notecards. I bought some stamps too. One thing I noticed about her that was different from recent encounters was the absence of dark blue circles beneath her eyes. Make it two since she had new highlights. Make it more: She had a spring in her step. She was her old laughing self. She looked like she'd lost maybe 10 pounds, and she seemed happy knowing someone else in the world hurt besides her.
So, JC took me to lunch after we left Best Buy, and I perked right up. We ate at the 59 Diner. We had Scorpion Tails for starters. Hot but good. I had my new camera with me, and I took three lovely shots of him. I don't know why I cannot seem to work it again to save myself from torture now. Here's proof:
See? (for Monday mail) I tried auto and manual focus. With a macro.
A macro taken today with my crippled Olympus.
Another poor shot of more Monday mail.
Oh well. Dang! It's midnight! Gotta go.
P.S. I think only Oprah Winfrey has a larger pate. Isn't hers a 9?