Death of a Camera

My beloved Canon (Poweshot S45) is dying. I've tried replacing the battery with no luck. My once crisp pictures are fuzzy. There is an odd and unpredictable delay between the time I push the button and the capture.

I called a couple of repair shops but they won't touch it. Apparently, it's too old to justify the cost of diagnosis and resolution. :(

These are a couple shots of the girls I was able to get at tennis today.

Megan is now doing private lessons. Her coach assured me that this was the "right decision" for her age and ability. (Uh huh, it didn't feel so right as I was writing out the check. I'll give him a week to "wow" me.)

My Julie Bean is also taking a love of tennis . I'm not sure if it's genuine or if she just wants to do what her big sister does too. :) The closer up, non-movement shots are okay, but I really miss my trusty, reliable Canon. Whaaa!

I told the girls they could get an Ice cream and drink at the snack bar. This what they chose. I'm sure that Frappachino is going to cost me close to $10. I didn't even know they sold it there. This month's statement should be great fun to open.


They aren't wearing make-up, its a combination of sun burnt faces and snow cone lips.