Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Things Could Be Worse
I saw this sign on my way to the springs this weekend. I took the photograph with a very good camera. Just goes to show you that a good camera doesn't make a good photograph. Recognize the style? That's right. There are no fingerprints on this one. I would have done better with a phone camera.
As a matter of fact. . .
Anyway, the message is clear. It is unambiguous. It is for a specific audience.
I should, I think. I am living under a curse. Voodoo dolls or some other contraptions. Yesterday driving to the factory, my car shut off. I was doing about 50 mph when everything just quit. The power steering was gone. The hydraulic brakes were off. Fortunately, the light ahead was green and I was able to pull into the far right lane and make the turn then drift down a service road into the parking lot of a strip mall. I came to a stop behind an Applebees.
I have AAA.
Two hours later, the two truck came.
That afternoon, the dealer called. Repairs will be around $1,400.
The house repairman keeps needing more money, too.
I will not have a vacation again this year. That is three in a row.
I say this sitting next to the "new" Rollieflex that arrived yesterday. Don't worry. I got it for a pittance. I even took a test roll of film and am taking it to the photo store now to see if the camera is accurate and working.
I have a lens arriving today.
I must sell something. Anything. I need money badly.
I remember a joke.
"Cheer up. Things could be worse," he said. So I cheered up. And sure enough, things got worse.