Perhaps I’ve been logging a few too many Rural Maine Miles, in too few days. But I hereby announce, joyfully and sheepishly, that THE KAYCAM HAS BEEN RECOVERED.
It was not at the bottom of the sea, or even Lake Manawa. It was not on the floor of the wedding reception hall or in the Ladies Room or in the glove compartment of the Dodge Dakota belonging to a family member (the one that has the vanity plates that say “TAX2HI”).
As a last desperate bid before heading to Best Buy, I heeded the advice of a friend and recited the following, out loud:
Little flower of the hour, show thy power.
Supposedly, upon hearing this incantation, lost items will reveal themselves. (Perhaps because the Universe feels sorry for you because you are standing there asking a little flower to help you.) I think the key to the miraculousness is the word “thy”. If you said “show your power”, the little flower would sit there filing her nails, watching you buy a new camera.
In my case, the little flower transported herself to Omaha, where she whispered in Most Moisturized Mom’s ear, “It’s on the DRESSER, stupid!” For indeed, it was on the dresser. Behind a picture frame, but still, on the dang dresser. Where I had looked 500 times.
Now it’s on its way home, no doubt under the protection of postal elves. Thank you, everyone, for your camera recommendations, which will probably come in handy soon, given the busted-out condition of the KayCam. For my part, I am rethinking my previous refusal to address plants, animals and spirits when I am in need of assistance. The Enchantment lifestyle awaits me. Soon I’ll be doing Bollywood dances in Central Park, and mice will be cleaning my bathroom.
For now, enjoy archival images of stuff that I found interesting at the time.
Happy weekend to all!