Fall FlowersMy camera is dead. I tried to revive it to no avail. I was in the anger stage of the seven steps of mourning it when my sister said, “Just get a new one." It pulled me right out of that hopeless angry feeling. I ordered one today. The only thing I know about it is the price. It should be here soon.
My sister is my hero--not only does she come up with obviously simple one-liners, but she knows almost everything about almost anything. Just yesterday, I asked her if should I put the new bathroom faucet on the right or left side of the sink. She said, "It goes in the back!" Of course! Who else could I ask that stupid question! I know most of my questions are pretty foolish. Sometimes she laughs, sometime she gets mad and tells me my only answer is suicide, but in the end she keeps the fact of my obtuseness in the family. Unfortunately, I just let it out.
