Haste makes waste …
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure …
A stitch in time, saves nine (although this one probably isn’t true in my case. An inexperienced seamstress like me is better off going ahead and putting in the other nine stitches right away, because the “preventative” one usually doesn’t hold!) But, I digress …
I am sick, sick, sick, both physically and emotionally.
The physical sick almost kept me from attending my 45th class reunion Saturday night. But I was determined not to miss it, so I went to Redi-Med that morning and had the doctor confirm that I didn’t have Swine Flu (I would not want to be remembered at the 50th reunion as the classmate who endangered the lives of everyone at the 45th!). So after he diagnosed it as a virus and prescribed a Z-pack, I went to the reunion, but sounded like Suzanne Pleshette or Boris Karloff, take your pick, avoided hugging and just generally breathing on people, and had a wonderful time.
So yes I was physically sick, but I’m getting over that. And in a week it will be forgotten.
But the other sick will last much longer.
This is the Panasonic Lumix Hubby bought me for Christmas so that I could carry it in my purse. I have loved this camera and have enjoyed having it with me at all times (in one of its two Vera Bradley tech bags that fit it perfectly). Many, many times I have gotten it out and taken a picture of something that was fleeting, when there certainly wouldn’t have been time to go home to get a camera!
But now … see how the shutter looks funny? And can you see the damage to the upper right edge of the lens in this picture?
All of those sayings that I began this post with … are true! I hurried and was careless and the result is that I damaged my camera beyond reasonable repair. And that is the “sick” that the antibiotics won’t cure and that will be with me for a while.
Here’s my “teachable moment” as the president would say.
Thursday I took Mimi to the zoo.
As we were leaving, because I have learned to look for “linking” photos that I can use to create a story line in a post, I got out my camera and took one last shot (not even a great one, as it turns out!) of Mimi getting into the car as we were leaving the zoo. And then, because I was in a rush and a little distracted getting her into her car seat and buckled up, I did something I have rarely done — I just put the “naked” camera on the front seat instead of returning it immediately to its little protective bag and then into my purse.
When we drove into the garage at home, I gathered up my purse, the mail I had retrieved from the mail box across the street on the way past and my camera, and Mimi and I started to walk into the house. But then she said something to me that I didn’t hear and I turned around to ask her what she said. When I turned, the things in my hands shifted and the camera fell out of my hands and landed on the concrete garage floor. I picked it up quickly and was relieved that it didn’t appear to be hurt (a classic case of denial) — I hadn’t seen how it landed, so I was hoping a corner had taken the brunt of the fall.
I hurried into the house, put all the things I was carrying down, and turned the camera on to make sure it was all right. When I turned it on, the lens would try to open over and over, but would never fully expand. Hubby came into the room and I told him my awful news. He looked at it closely and show me where the edge of the lens had apparently hit the concrete and bent.
I immediately called Sunny Schick, the oldest and best known photo shop in town. The owner, in a very nice way, told me several things I really didn’t want to hear. First of all, being dropped is, by far, the number one cause of camera damage (sure, rub it in). And, number two, the lens is, by far, the most expensive part of the camera — so, it is most of the value of the camera. Meaning, when you damage the lens, you would probably spend almost as much to repair it as what it would cost to buy a new camera. He said that I could bring it in, if I wanted to, and for $16 they would send it to the factory and get an estimate of how much it would cost to repair it. I will probably do that, but he didn’t give me much hope.
So, I am heartsick about the loss of my beloved camera. And the worst is — I have no one to blame but myself. I was careless with something I loved and I paid the price.
Truly, “Act in haste, repent at your leisure.” And a lesson learned, I hope. But wouldn’t you think by this time in my life, I would have already learned all these lessons?!
Rats. I just thought of another old saying. I hope it’s not true! “You can’t teach an old dog, new tricks.”
You know, now that I think about it, that just may be one of the sayings that isn’t true. Because if it were true, I wouldn’t have learned to write a blog two years ago and then how to put pictures on that blog. I remember those were both hard for me to learn, but I did it! So, I think this old “dog” may still have a couple of “new tricks” up her sleeve!
I hope so. I hope I can remember this experience, and think next time before being careless with something I love.
And, maybe reading my sad little story will help you remember this lesson too. I would like that.