So, both new girl at the produkti and I are crazy.
(Although, I think she's crazier. She had a whole fantasy about my friend putting the strap around his neck and walking out. I just forgot. Which I will blame this time on too much on my mind with Lexi's party and the move and everything.)
My camera was in my classroom.
Friend who felt needlessly guilty can stop feeling guilty.
I can help with impunity.
And you, I hope, will have pictures soon.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
forced hiatus
My camera was stolen.
I suspect it was the new worker in the produkti right under my flat. But there's no way to prove it. So. I have to find another chunk of change to replace it.
Unfortunately there is no replacing the photos that were still on there. I don't have anything on my home computer after Cyprus. There might be some on my school computer...but I try to keep that school-only.
If I were a thief and I stole a camera, the FIRST thing I'd do is erase all the photos. That way, if the person saw me, [and there is the possibility someone else picked it up in the produckti--I had it out of my bag and on the counter to loan my friend seven rubles so he could buy a Coke. New girl wouldn't take his larger bill. (My friend Scott's voice is ringing in my head, "Don't help, Kate." He wasn't being cynical or opposed to helping others. He was just pointing out that every time *I* "help" it somehow comes back and bites me. No good deed going unpunished. And yet...I can't help helping.) New girl says my friend picked up my camera and put the strap around his neck. She said it was big. It is big...but friend says he never touched it. So either it's a different person--new girl wouldn't listen when I repeatedly told her it was NOT my friend and asked who it was; just kept saying it was him--or new girl is lying.] and tried to reclaim the camera by pointing out pictures of her daughter on the camera, she couldn't. So if I were a thief, I'd do that first.
I just hope my thieving instincts are correct and no one is walking around with photos of Lexi. That makes me a little sick.
So...it's unlikely there will be photos until we're back in the US.
Oh--we have a house! We'll be in a little farmhouse built in 1865 in Cincinnati. It's small but there is lots of outside space and a park four houses away.
I suspect it was the new worker in the produkti right under my flat. But there's no way to prove it. So. I have to find another chunk of change to replace it.
Unfortunately there is no replacing the photos that were still on there. I don't have anything on my home computer after Cyprus. There might be some on my school computer...but I try to keep that school-only.
If I were a thief and I stole a camera, the FIRST thing I'd do is erase all the photos. That way, if the person saw me, [and there is the possibility someone else picked it up in the produckti--I had it out of my bag and on the counter to loan my friend seven rubles so he could buy a Coke. New girl wouldn't take his larger bill. (My friend Scott's voice is ringing in my head, "Don't help, Kate." He wasn't being cynical or opposed to helping others. He was just pointing out that every time *I* "help" it somehow comes back and bites me. No good deed going unpunished. And yet...I can't help helping.) New girl says my friend picked up my camera and put the strap around his neck. She said it was big. It is big...but friend says he never touched it. So either it's a different person--new girl wouldn't listen when I repeatedly told her it was NOT my friend and asked who it was; just kept saying it was him--or new girl is lying.] and tried to reclaim the camera by pointing out pictures of her daughter on the camera, she couldn't. So if I were a thief, I'd do that first.
I just hope my thieving instincts are correct and no one is walking around with photos of Lexi. That makes me a little sick.
So...it's unlikely there will be photos until we're back in the US.
Oh--we have a house! We'll be in a little farmhouse built in 1865 in Cincinnati. It's small but there is lots of outside space and a park four houses away.
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