I know you’ve been out of town and all, but I’ve been on a little journey myself. A downward journey, I guess you could say. A slide into slovenliness, a slobward slant, a slow roll. My sister Buffy might whisper to you, if she had got a load of me this week, “Well. Kay. She’s just let herself go.”
It all started when stuff started breaking: the Anncam, my glasses, my bad-fitting pants, my wished-for trip to Toronto, every single lame idea I had for a knitting project, my screened porch project. (“Uh, ma’am, no I don’t think it’s going to be done by Thanksgiving. But I do hope to have entertainable surfaces ready by then.”) It was when I hadn’t used a pot in the kitchen for one solid week that I realized that things were amiss. (Macaroni and cheese does not count as cooking. That’s stirring.)
The low moment came yesterday when I was trying to pick a new camera. It became the single most important decision of my life. Nothing else mattered more than figuring out which camera was to become the new Anncam. And no purchase could more perfectly devolve into an endless cycle of Googling, reading Steves-digicams.com, the Digital Camera Review, Amazon, Instapundit (Hubbo claimed Instapundit wrote a lot about this subject), and the Rosetta Stone, Consumer Reports.
My perseverance on this topic just about did me in. Shouldn’t I fix dinner or something?
When I awoke this morning, I had a revelation. I’ll decide. I’ll pick. I’ll go to the camera store, see what the dude says, and go with it. I won’t even take my Consumer Reports.
And you know what? Billy, the dude, said what I needed was a camera with an image stabilizer. “Man, are YOU ever right,” I told him. “Where do I sign?”
On the way out, I passed Banana Republic. There were my new pants, right there in the window. When I got home, I picked up David’s sweet little Rowan Wool Cotton pullover and thought, by golly, if I’m not going to come up with something to knit, I’ll just wear this sweater. If my glasses are broken, I’ll just wear my backup glasses that make me look so much like Kay that it will scare the bejeezus out of her.
David’s sweater is not a bad fit, if you like a cropped fit and three-quarter sleeves. My Kayspecs make me feel like Kay. And here you go, a beautiful sight if ever there was one: my first stabilized picture taken with the new AnnCam.
I’m still bummed about missing the sew-up throwdown at Stephanie’s, but at least I can see what it was like on her blog.
Everything’s going to be OK. I even fixed dinner tonight, and used about six pots.