I am in mourning. I'm not sure how long it will last. When you lose someone so near and dear to your heart, it can take quite some time to get over it. My camera and I had been together for years. Like glue. My best friend. Now she's dead and I'm not quite sure what to do without her.
It seems I'm a visual person. I need the photos in order to write. They are my inspiration. Sure, I could tell you about how Little Joey rubbed noses with me this morning and then tried to eat my coat but, it just isn't the same, because a picture tells 1000 words. Without the photo, you can't see how stinkin' cute he is. Or how much his nuzzling made me swoon. I'd have to use words for that. I'm really more of a picture book kind of gal.
I've placed an order for a new best friend. Not of the quality of the old friend. I cannot afford her greatness (good grief have you priced a DSLR lately?) It seems like it is taking forever for the UPS man to get here with it. That's probably okay. It gives me time to mourn and adjust to the idea. And is certainly a better option than going out and fighting the Christmas shoppers this time of year. Those people are crazy. I'll try not to scare the delivery guy when he gets here by pouncing on him. I can't guarantee anything though.