In our house something breaks (or is broken) approximately every 7 seconds. And it kills me to have to replace a perfectly good thing that was broken because
my children someone was careless. I’ve posted on the minor triumph of doing a repair myself. Sometimes it goes awry, such as when I popped my phone into a bag of rice to dry it out. But more often than not, I have success at least for a time. I have twice replaced the cracked back glass on an iPhoneI am the queen of finding replacement parts online (think coffee maker carafe, food processor bowl, blender lid) and would a thousand times rather repair what I have than get a new one.
Approximately a year ago, we were on our way home from vacation, and I brought a tall cup of tea in my cup-with-a-lid onto the plane. It took me about five minutes to pour the entire contents into my backpack. Miraculously, my computer stayed completely dry, but the camera absorbed about 16 ounces of tea with milk. I tried the bag of rice, the hairdryer, paper towels, and letting it sit open in the dry Colorado air. I replaced the battery pack. All to no avail.
Five seconds before the accident. Can anyone identify this movie? I can’t. Should my then-7-year-old have been watching it? Probably not.
I almost bought a new camera before our trip last month and then decided I was still mad at myself for ruining the last one. I finally gave the broken one to Phoebe to use as a toy camera and used my phone’s camera in London.
Not bad for a phone camera.
On my birthday last week, Phoebe came to take a “birthday picture” of me with the broken camera. We both knew this was all make-believe. I posed, she pushed the on button, and the camera turned on. Then she pushed the shutter button, and it took my photo. Not only that, but the photos taken immediately before the drowning were still on the memory card. Happy birthday to me!!
No, this is not my birthday cake. This is the 15-month old previously unseen photo of a birthday cake from 2015, but it still makes me hungry.