Evanston: blindsided
Evanston: blindsided
I have a black eye. Actually it is lavender and purple.
I sail some and write some, but my real job is as Carol’s live-in housekeeper. The salary isn’t much, but there are great fringe benefits.
While performing my vacuuming duties yesterday afternoon, I bent over to pick up a piece of lint too close to the wall for the Hoover to reach. When I straightened up, I smashed my head into the fireplace mantle. Perhaps needless to say it was on my blind side. Expletive uttered, bent eyeglass frame straightened, I continued on--as is my wont--until I noticed a drop of blood on the hardwood floor. And then another. Followed by renewed expletives and pressing of Kleenex to brow.
This is not a big deal; but there are times when being half blind is not nearly as much fun as it’s cracked up to be.
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Earlier I walked down to the lake for the first time since my return from San Diego. I wanted to test a new camera, a Sony HX20V, a pocket travel zoom that I bought to try to get better photos of my furred and feathered San Diego neighbors. It has a 25 to 500 mm equivalent lens, whereas my Sony RX100, with which I am supremely happy, is only 28-100 mm.
The two cameras are almost the same size, just bigger than a pack of cards. Naturally they use different batteries.
The RX100 is noticeably better constructed and the better camera, as costing twice as much it should be; but I think the HX20V will serve its purpose. I intend to keep both and can’t imagine I’ll ever have a full size camera again.
Except for maybe fifty Canadian geese sitting on and floating off our South Beach, the water was flat, gray and dull and there was nothing to see or photograph.
If I were a goose--which presupposes that I’m not--I’d be flying toward a different South Beach rather than hanging around this one.
Friday, November 16, 2012