Ramblings of a Lonely, Camera-less, Mother-Photographer-Musician-Dancer

So, my just-over-a-year old Nikon D40X has had some metering issues, and I finally had to send it in to Nikon last Monday. The good news is that a nice guy at Pictureline and someone who my mom claims knows a lot at Costco BOTH said that Nikon is super nice about fixing things in a timely and inexpensive manner. We shall see . . . Meanwhile, I've been excited to compile all of our spring art photos in an album called "It's All About Art 2". It is inspired by last year's album, "It's All About Art", posted on Facebook. But I haven't gotten myself to do it quite yet.

Life without the Nikon has been different, and I can't say that I have gotten used to it yet. I feel like I'm supposed to be saying something like, "Now I notice so much more and spend much more quality time with my children". But that just isn't the case. I actually notice more when my camera is with me, or at least nearby. It has become such a part of me, it's like an extra sense. Well, at least it is like an attachment that heightens most of my senses. Either way, I'm getting by just fine without it. Besides, my kind mother has lent me her nice camera to use for those just-can't-miss-it moments. Life just seems a bit duller or something lately. Perhaps it is more the fact that I am on a break from playing the piano and teaching dance for a couple of weeks. I think I'll go play the guitar and piano for a while . . . and maybe dance too. Maybe I'll play "That's What I Love About the Rain". And then maybe "Mighty Grace". This is what I do, just in case you are wondering, when I am not blogging and not out on a hot date. Okay, I admit, the hot dates are SUPER rare. I did have one, though, the other week. Due to children who greatly missed me and my poor, tired and pregnant sister who had already had the kids most of the day . . . it was short. But very sweet - especially since it ended with Nielsen's Frozen Custard. They were 8 minutes closed, but since my date was visiting from NYC, I asserted myself and they let us have the last cones of the night. Sweet!