I took my camera to lunch in the hospital yesterday. When I was on my bike headed home I realized it wasn't in my pocket. We went back after dinner and I checked in the cafeteria. It wasn't in any of the drawers. They sent me to security. He looked at a paper. Nothing reported. He didn't ask for my name.
Then I remembered how my mom was instructed several times not to have anything valuable in in her overnight back.
OK, it's just a camera. I didn't break a finger. I can go out and buy a newer, better one, cheaper one. And the little door to the battery and sound card was broken and I had taped it together. It's just a thing. But as a blogger, it was almost like a finger. I think I'm more upset that I wasn't paying attention and must have put it down and walked away. It's usually in a pocket, but it was warm and I wasn't wearing a jacket and I didn't put it in my jeans pocket. Dumb.
And you don't want me drawing pictures. I don't want me drawing pictures very often - that takes way too long. But I did learn how to draw a teardrop in photoshop today. OK, I learned how to draw something that resembles a teardrop. I'll get better.
The LA Times lists sales for cameras..
[UPDATE 11am: J found my camera. It was in the cafeteria office, which was closed last night. Patience and faith, I need more of them.]