Correction: My cameras (plural) hate me.
Why else would they be taking their own lives kamikaze-style every single time I buy a new one?
The first one threw itself from the roof of a tour bus full of art students that was flying down the road in the Scottish Highlands. I had set it there during a rest stop while I tied the arms of my jacket around my waist, then promptly forget it.
I told you I’m absent-minded.
That one wasn’t actually my camera, however; even worse, I had borrowed it from my boyfriend back home. (And doesn’t it figure that I got a letter from him at the hostel in Glasgow, saying, “So how’s my camera, heh heh?”)
Years later, Camera Number Two jumped to its demise off of the shelf of our arts and crafts closet, along with whatever it was that my son had been searching for behind it.
The third camera—and I warn you, this is graphic—leapt from the hook on the back of a restroom stall (aided, perhaps, by a toddler who wanted to take down her blankie from that same hook) onto the unforgiving ceramic tile beneath it. It shattered and lay silent, (unlike its owner), lost to us forever in a heap of its own brokenness.
The fourth camera tumbled to my feet when I went to retrieve it from a locker at Skateland. I was certain it would be okay; it was still in its padded case and I had faith! But no. It had gone the tragic, war-like way of its predecessors and simply was no more.
And finally, our fifth camera. This was the one that we brought to Hawaii—the photographic soldier that was so brave and commendable in its call to duty until the very last day of our vacation, at which time it threw itself into a shallow pool of water and died a slow, sad, whirring death.
What a way to dampen one’s last day of vacation, eh?
Well, I don’t believe in Karma. We will try again with another camera, because at the very least we are faithful (if not foolish).
Surely the sixth try’s the charm?
*All that to say: this is why I don’t have our photos from the First Communion posted yet. Grandma Cathy took a ton, however, and as soon as she sends me some I will share them.