I used to be young.
People say, “You are only as old as you feel.” Well, I feel old.
Maus and I have finished the winter pruning and it’s time to celebrate or, it would be, if not for the fact that all the Spring jobs loom large. We have to start mowing and weeding and rake the bottom acre before the fire season. We have to fertilise everything and spray the roses and the grapevines and prune the passionfruit and get the vegie patch ready. Oh, me! Oh, my!
This year, it took us three months to do the pruning. Now, that is not, literally, true. We didn’t work all day every day. In fact, out of respect for the tendon in my ring finger, my wrist, my shoulder, my neck, my back …ok, you get the picture, I only pruned for one hour each day.
In the good old days, when I wasn’t old, we would prune the grapevines one weekend and the Perth roses in another. I would then take a week off work and prune the Bridgetown roses. One week!!! Those were the days.
But, at last, it is done and we are heading back to Perth for a good rest…and a bit of gardening. After not being there for almost a month, I bet the garden needs a lot of tender loving care.
Yesterday, I took my camera and my tripod out to take some photos of our efforts. I felt very chuffed. I had already decided on a post. I knew exactly the shots I wanted. And then, I bloody fell over. Don’t worry, I am fine. I only have a jarred wrist and a few grazes on my knee to show – but my lovely camera and my lovely tripod are dead. Dead, dead, dead 😦
I must admit, I shed a tear for them and drank two very strong Pernods. I loved that camera. I know that since I bought it, digital cameras have gone ahead in leaps and bounds but it was all I needed. And I understood it. And the tripod was BM (Before Maureen). That tripod was nearly 40 years old! I bought it when I bought my Olympus OM 2. Sob, sob.
Cameras are so complex these days and there are so many from which to choose 😦 I hate shopping. And I am a late adapter. I don’t want the latest and greatest. It took me weeks of reading the manual of my old camera to work out how to use it and now I have to familiarise myself with a new one. Sob, sob.
But every cloud has a silver lining. I spent the whole of last night reading, on-line reviews of cameras in the class I want and, finally, made a decision. I have contacted a camera shop in Perth and they are getting the camera in for me. The very nice man also told me they have lots of tripods I can choose.
I asked him about the manual for my camera of choice. He told me that it does not come with a manual. Everything I need to know is on the camera (he wasn’t joking) but if I did want a manual, I could download a copy. Which I did. The Basic Owner’s Manual is 104 pages and the Owner’s Manual for Advanced Features is 332 pages! I will have to read them on screen because my old printer would still be printing in a week’s time if I tried to print 436 pages. And I would be broke after buying all the needed ‘genuine Epson ink cartridges’ to print that many pages.
Consequently, these photos were taken with my phone. The lovely man at the camera shop said he would transfer the photos from my old camera onto a flash drive, so all is not lost. Soon, I will have a camera that will do more than I could ever imagine a camera could do. In a macabre sort of way, I am looking forward to it . Wish me luck.