The camera is gone…again

I went on an exhaustive search of the house this evening, looking for the digital camera.  It is nowhere to be found.  This can only mean one of two things: 

1.  I have put it down in some strange place and can’t find it amidst the general (ahem) clutter. 

OR

2.  Rob put it in his coat pocket this morning to take some pictures at school, unbeknownst to me, and forgot to take it out of said pocket when he left this evening to go to his fencing class.

Do you know which option I am betting on?  Yep.  That would be number two.

(As an aside, do you ever wish you could just trade in your life, your problems, and your family for someone else’s, just for a little while?  God knows I’m not asking for a life without problems, but some different problems would be ever so refreshing once in a while.)

But, as Harvey just pronounced, I am persevering.

I was going to write about my recent acquisition of this book, and the beautiful cabled designs therein.

I was going to write about another recent acquisition:  this yarn in a lovely sort of gingery cognac color.  About the gorgeous cabled sweater that might possibly be made by me from this yarn.

I was going to write about another raw fleece that is lurking in the closet, one which I have not even touched yet.

I was going to include a picture of my spinning progress on the Suffolk lamb’s wool.  I finished the first bobbin, and started the second, and this sort of progress should be documented, don’t you think?

But no!  It’s all gone down the tubes. 

For want of a camera, a post was lost.

For want of a post….

3 Responses to “The camera is gone…again”

  1. Ellen Says:

    So funny. You know, this reminds me of my friend Suzie, who one day said with a heavy sigh, “You know, I just wish I had all DIFFERENT people in my family.”

    The devil is in the dailiness.

    Looking forward to seeing your spinning and your new yarn and fleece when the camera comes back…

  2. MonicaPDX Says:

    Well, at least it’s better than putting it down in the appropriate place and never being able to find it again. That’s my forte. If something’s casually put on top of a pile of stuff on a couch, say, then buried, I can find it in the proper strata 6 months later in about 10 minutes. Put it the spot allocated to its safe storage? Phweet, gone, man. I never remember where I decided said spot was to be. I’ve lost things for *years* that way. Good luck, ’cause I wanna see the pix! [g]

  3. Knit Sisters » Blog Archive » Eating my words Says:

    […] Well, as it turns out, the camera was actually a victim of reason #1 (see Monday’s post), and I myself had, indeed, set it down in an unlikely place.  Then, naturally, it was knocked off onto the floor, possibly by the cat, […]