It was, ummm…. “suggested” that I go back to my Walk-Abouts.
“But I walk everywhere!” sez I.
“You walk to get somewhere. You should walk to see something,” sez They. Firmly. “And take pictures.”
Aha! I see a way out of this…
“I fried my camera.”
“You need a camera? You can have my camera. Here take my camera.”
Gawd, I hate this. I’m not very good at “Gee, thank you; that’s very nice.” It tends to come out sounding more like, “I don’t need your steenking camera!” And you know what they say: “Pride goeth before the loss of a camera offer”, or some such drivel. One of these days I’ll have to try “Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth” on for size. I smoothed things over by saying I would consider going on a Walk-About. Eventually.
“You should go back to church, too,” sez They. Firmly.
Which is why I found myself wandering up to the Locks yesterday, borrowed “Crappy-Cam” in hand. I hadn’t planned on going to the Locks, which, I guess, was kind of the whole point. I think I probably ended up there because I’ve never been there in the winter before.
And, tougher-looking by the second, Crappy-Cam Owner has the pink hair again. I think she looks pretty cool, actually.
She’s been working on a science fair project for school. She wants to be a Marine Biologist eventually. Specializing in sharks.
Specifically the Great White.
I dunno… I think it might be cheaper to send her to Art School. She shows a lot of promise there, too.