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Good News and Bad News
Dec. 9th, 2003 11:22 amThe bad news is, my digital camera is broken. It fell from the top of the microwave while it was on. The batteries were low; every time I tried to take a picture, I got the always hilarious "BUTTERY EMPTY" error message. I had it plugged in to the wall socket there, so I could take pictures of the back yard and Mikey and things. It fell, I tried to turn it off... and the barrel with the lens, which is out when the camera is on (mmm, Ultra Zoom!) wouldn't move. The motor that controls it -- and the focus, for that matter -- made this horrible noise as it tried. And then I noticed that the barrel is off-kilter in its little socket.
Crap.
So Mikey and I took it to Ritz. The guy behind the counter said it would be a minimum of $250 to fix it and that it wouldn't be back in time for Christmas. Ouch. I put the requisite $45 down, and they'll get back to me on how much it will actually be, after they evaluate the problem.
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The good news is that I've had a really nice few days. Mikey and I played in the back yard on Saturday, which was lots of fun. He doesn't like to actually touch the snow and gets really upset when he is compelled to (read: falls), but that's largely because he doesn't have mittens, yet. He thinks it's great fun to watch me pitch snowballs at the fence or the shed... or Grandpa. XD We trekked all the way across the yard and back, leaving a pretty good path for the dog. I made a snow angel; Mikey cried because I fell over in the snow. He screamed bloody murder for about ten minutes when I made him come in because his hands were purple. Good times.
We got the cars all cleaned off and liberated our cars from their snowy captivity that afternoon -- Mom had Executively Decided that, since there were a number of other cars still out on our street, it was ridiculous to worry about moving ours to the sidewalk on Friday night.
Sunday was nice and lazy. I made lasagna for dinner. We watched Christmas movies and declared It's a Wonderful Life as perfect as movies get -- there isn't a moment or a word wasted.
Yesterday, Mikey and I went to his chiropractic appointment, then up to Frederick, dropping off the camera at the mall, then heading to a futon store on the Golden Mile to try to find replacements for the bolts and cross-pieces of my sister-in-law's old futon. They didn't have the size we needed but knew of two hardware stores that might.
After I put Mikey to bed last night, we sat around and read various sections of the Sunday Washington Post*. We can't help but share when we read something really good or really funny, so we read a number of excerpts to each other last night. Gene Weingarten made us giggle; Jeanne Marie Laskas had me laughing out loud. The Style Invitational was, as always, great. But Dad and I were dying as we read, first Dave Barry's regular column, then his annual Holiday Gift Guide (which, for some bizarre reason, isn't linked in the Post). I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. It was great fun.
I have to talk my mom into taping Smallville for me tomorrow night; I have to work, and I will not miss out on the Return of the King preview.
Crap.
So Mikey and I took it to Ritz. The guy behind the counter said it would be a minimum of $250 to fix it and that it wouldn't be back in time for Christmas. Ouch. I put the requisite $45 down, and they'll get back to me on how much it will actually be, after they evaluate the problem.
The good news is that I've had a really nice few days. Mikey and I played in the back yard on Saturday, which was lots of fun. He doesn't like to actually touch the snow and gets really upset when he is compelled to (read: falls), but that's largely because he doesn't have mittens, yet. He thinks it's great fun to watch me pitch snowballs at the fence or the shed... or Grandpa. XD We trekked all the way across the yard and back, leaving a pretty good path for the dog. I made a snow angel; Mikey cried because I fell over in the snow. He screamed bloody murder for about ten minutes when I made him come in because his hands were purple. Good times.
We got the cars all cleaned off and liberated our cars from their snowy captivity that afternoon -- Mom had Executively Decided that, since there were a number of other cars still out on our street, it was ridiculous to worry about moving ours to the sidewalk on Friday night.
Sunday was nice and lazy. I made lasagna for dinner. We watched Christmas movies and declared It's a Wonderful Life as perfect as movies get -- there isn't a moment or a word wasted.
Yesterday, Mikey and I went to his chiropractic appointment, then up to Frederick, dropping off the camera at the mall, then heading to a futon store on the Golden Mile to try to find replacements for the bolts and cross-pieces of my sister-in-law's old futon. They didn't have the size we needed but knew of two hardware stores that might.
After I put Mikey to bed last night, we sat around and read various sections of the Sunday Washington Post*. We can't help but share when we read something really good or really funny, so we read a number of excerpts to each other last night. Gene Weingarten made us giggle; Jeanne Marie Laskas had me laughing out loud. The Style Invitational was, as always, great. But Dad and I were dying as we read, first Dave Barry's regular column, then his annual Holiday Gift Guide (which, for some bizarre reason, isn't linked in the Post). I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. It was great fun.
I have to talk my mom into taping Smallville for me tomorrow night; I have to work, and I will not miss out on the Return of the King preview.
