Because if you find a camera on the side of the road, that would be ours.
This morning I was taking pictures of the kids in the front yard. I put the camera on top of the car for just a second. Of course, I got side-tracked. Tonight the kids were actually sitting in the rocking chair together reading a book (as opposed to making each other cry). We started to look for the camera… Well, let’s just say it could be anywhere in south Austin at this point.
It’s karma because seconds earlier I was mocking Rob for leaving Graham’s lovey (“Nunu”) at a friend’s house.
Granted, the camera is not top-of-the-line. The pictures still on the card are what I’m mourning. There were about 80. At least half are of my ruined garden (so much for that post) or a project I’m working on (that wasn’t turning out well anyway). Who knows what else I’m missing.
In the same vein, I’m missing four months of video tape from Graham’s first year. I think I may have lost a tape during Violet’s Thanksgiving program last November.
Do you hear that, good samaritan? Help me out. My brain has turned to mush. I feel like I’m constantly forgetting things, losing things, wandering around the house wondering what I’m supposed to be looking for. I’m living in a senior moment all the time. Can I blame the kids? Yeah… yeah. I’ll blame the kids.