A Lost Camera…

It’s been an interesting week. We’ve been so busy getting Jen moved into her new apartment that I haven’t had time to post anything. I can’t believe how I’ve let this go but I’ll try to catch up.

Let’s see – where to begin? How about this…I’ve lost my camera and I haven’t any idea where it could be. I’ve wracked my brain. Jack and I have thought back to everything we’ve done and everywhere we’ve gone and nothing rings a bell. We’ve searched through our luggage and have turned the car inside out. Nothing. Nada. We’ve looked in Jennifer’s car, her old apartment, her new apartment. Nope. Not anywhere.

There is an outside chance that it’s somewhere at the house of our last housesitting assignment and that it’ll show up a year from now. Or it could be lost there forever. I can say that with some authority having stayed there for ten days. It was a wonderful experience, really. The little toy poodle was as sweet as could be. We really got a kick out of her and her “small dog syndrome” attitude. You know, where the tiny little dog sees the great big dog and goes ballistic.

But I digress. The house was filled wall to wall with antiques. Tables with silver-framed photos and collections of decorative boxes, collections of oriental pottery, a collection of little frogs – glass, china, pottery, wooden, you name it.

There was an enormous antique crystal chandelier over the coffee table and another exactly like it over the dining table. They were very old, not electric and actually held candles. I can’t begin to imagine how much they were worth. There were paintings, prints, and photographs hung floor to ceiling. A huge armoire in the living room and a beautiful oriental coromandel screen in one corner.

In any case, my camera could possibly be there somewhere. The lovely people who live there have promised to look for it. I’m not holding out any hope, though. I’m pretty sure it’s not there at all. It probably had a couple of hundred pictures on it but I really think I had downloaded all of them to my computer. I hope.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you all about the moving company that Jen hired to move her stuff.