In Loving Memory of Power Shot A60

Our camera is dying.

It IS older than Ella. We've had many great times together in our 4 years and 7400 photos. It has survived hard falls and sandy drops. It recorded the arrivals of both our children, as well as our travels and travails. But now it's time to say goodbye.

Here are some memories from our dear PowerShot A60

This was Photo Number 7, taken April 12, 2004. (Photos 1-6 got deleted. They must've been even uglier than this one!)
Here's our first family picture, Photo 17, taken in Corvallis OR.

April 2004

May 2004, Clear Lake Oregon

May 2004 Ella's Birth


December 2004 Zions National Park
March 2005 Newport Oregon
MTC with Asael, July 2005

May 2006, Florence Italy
July 2006 Baby Isaac

Oct 2006 Yaquina Head OR

May 2007 Robbie's Wedding
May 2007 Waikiki

June 2007 Yellowstone
Waiting for Old Faithful
Still Yellowstone
Trying to coax a family photo

August 2007 Pago Pago Airport
Driving to Tula September 2007

March 8, 2008-- Photo 7433--Quite different from that first picture in Oregon. Here's how I feel now with two kids and 30 degrees of more heat to deal with. And you can see that our camera has issues. Photo 7434. Here's Ella teaching her dolls a church lesson.
Poor Canon Power Shot A60 is ready for camera heaven.
Any suggestions for a replacement?

Merry...

No one's hangin' stockin's up,
No one's bakin' pie,
No one's lookin' up to see
A new star in the sky.
No one's talkin' brotherhood,
No one's giving' gifts,
And no one loves a Christmas tree
On March the twenty-fifth.

Shel Silverstein

O le Tama

Isaac conquered Mt. Sedona.

There's not really anything to say. I just like these pictures and these guys. It's great watching Ephraim with Isaac. He's a proud father. There's a special father/son connection that I will never really understand fully, which is okay.

Drudgery

Do we just have fun all the time? No way. That's ridiculous. Everyone has lame times sometimes. Like when it's time to wash dishes. That's no fun. I really hate doing dishes. Sometimes I trick myself into thinking it's a carthartic opportunity for inner reflection, a metaphor for repentance and sanctification. Ending with an achey back, sore feet, and wrinkled hands.

So we don't have a dishwasher, but at least we have an iPod to make it bearable.

We had a dishwasher once in our 7 years of marriage. For about 6 months. Then we moved here. I find myself perusing the old IKEA catalog I have wishing I could have...everything in there. Including a dishwasher. But what's higher on my priority list? Living near beautiful secluded beaches year round, or living near a store with modern home furnishings and convenient appliances? I guess the answer is obvious.

Actually IKEA doesn't sell dishwashers, but if I lived anywhere near an IKEA, chances are I'd have a dishwasher. In fact, at our last place, where we had a dishwasher, they'd just opened an IKEA an hour away. It opened a week before we left.

Samoa's just not "urban". Or "suburban". Maybe it's "rural". I'd say remote, tropical, traditional, village-based, small town, island style, slow goin', ... can anyone think of a good word?

Anyway...

Here's Isaac "helping me" with the dishes a few nights ago. Notice how he splashes water all over both of us, throws soapy dishes around, and DRINKS the dishwater. Even though he makes twice the work, he's more entertaining than the iPod.





P.S. Today I paid someone to do my dishes. It was worth the money.